HALFWAY AROUND THE WORLD

It was a white ribbon, 
tied to a long stemmed, 
red rose. Something of 
significance, every year, 
delivered in remembrance 
of a summer love. 

A connection. Pulses beating
halfway around the world. 
Flames in a continous burn. 

Two, 
living separate lives, and life 
obstructing the view of
a love that could have been. 

Ambition before happiness, 
and to the world, 
there is no end, like the love 
represented by a single,
red rose.