Here’s a poem for a former Creative Writing classmate of mine :) Thanks, Sheena !
prompt: “temporary long distance relationship”
Oh! if only
timezones were erogenous
by nature. We could be fondling
state lines, by now.
Romantic, isn’t it? To love
across maps of highways
and mountains. When even ants
can march for miles
without fatigue, who are we, then,
to doubt anything
as worthy as a love
that spends its life
hovering between sunset and moonrise?