WINNING LOVE Poem: 5,806 Miles…, by Sean Killen

5,806 miles, a desolate expanse,
Each mile a reminder of our circumstance.

In the ivory tower’s whispered lore,
Two souls adrift, longing for more.
Across the void of distance, they glide,
In the echo of love’s whispers, they confide.

She, with quill in hand, paints the skies,
He, amidst equations, hears love’s cries.
Through academia’s labyrinth, they roam,
Their love’s flame flickers in the gloam.

In the glow of screens, their spirits wane,
A digital dance, laced with pain.
Through pixels and calls, they intertwine,
Yet loneliness seeps through every line.

In the stillness of night, they share despair,
In dawn’s embrace, they’re stripped bare.
Their love, a beacon in darkest night,
Guiding them through distance’s might.