5 September 2012

Two hundred

And thirty-seven

Days and

Four thousand

Five hundred

And ninety-five

Miles

Separate us.

But what is

Time and distance

To the heart

Except a formula

To grow fonder,

In longing and waiting,

So your return

Will be more joyous

And will compensate

In over abundance

For the time we lost

Being continents

And heartbeats

Apart.

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