D=2-1

A poem about a long distance relationship that has broken down.

Why do 1100 miles seem more to you
than 2000 kisses between us?
How can 7.5
Hours by my side
mean less than 45 minutes on a bus?

Why are 2 hours on a plane
too many
against 2 years of me and you?
I just don’t understand,
how holding my hand can’t be
enough reason to see it through.

You see, to me,
those 1523
times you held me tight
I adored, and they mean more to me
Than those 100 stupid fights.

It was you that gave me 405 sweet dreams.
So you’ve got no right
To end the distance
And give me what may be
1000 sleepless nights.