1329 Miles

Long-distance love.

One thousand

Three hundred

And twenty nine miles

Separate me from you.

I can’t gaze into your eyes

Can’t take your hand

Can’t press my lips slowly, sweetly to yours

Because of those 

One thousand

Three hundred

And twenty nine miles.

When I have nightmares

I can’t cuddle up close

And when I have daydreams

I can’t live them out with you

Because of that goddamn distance.

The only way I can hear your voice

Is over the telephone

And I love the phone

But God, it gets old.

And when all I want to do 

Is cup your face in my hands

And kissyoukissyoukissyou

All.

Night.

Long.

It kills me to know that I can’t. 

I can’t 

Because of those 

One thousand

Three hundred

And twenty nine miles.

Those

Awful

Torturous

Evil

Wicked

Damned

One thousand

Three hundred

And twenty nine miles.

Author's Note

I wrote this in about five minutes. Just a little angst session. It's all good. :)

Reviews

[Aurora]

This is so pretty. I've felt like this many times before, so I can definitely connect with you on this one.

I love how you used the number of miles, and kept going back to it. This was so well written.
"Those
Awful
Torturous
Evil
Wicked
Damned
One thousand
Three hundred
And twenty nine miles."

Your ending was great, seriously! I love this piece so much, good job! :)

[closed account]

Yes, many can feel this poem, a rant poem is what I like to call it
it's speaks volumes, and it's torture when the one you want and wants
you in return is to far away,, thanks for sharing