I measured once the distance that's between
the centre of your beating heart and mine -
it cuts across the globe in one curved line -
six thousand nine hundred and seventeen
remorseless miles; that seperates skin from skin,
and heart from heart. Souls meant to intertwine -
severed! Consoled in hours spent online
with on-off pulses on a cold, curved screen.
Then walking home one night past sleeping cars
with heavy-headed workers walking by,
I looked up through the haze and saw the stars
Orion, Crux and Scorpius, up so high -
you see them through your bedroom window glass
while looking up towards a cold, dark sky.
What did you think
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Outstanding
I enjoyed reading this poem it has great flow and I liked your choice of imagery - the concept of two lovers miles a part yet looking at the same sky. This is a fine poem that stands out from the crowd.
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