A Dozen Leap Years

It seems as if it were
a dozen leap years ago
that I left her there
against my will
in a miniature airport
in a small town
with a giant hole
in my soul
 
It feels like a lifetime ago
that we last spoke
during what I considered to be
the greatest Christmas gift
I'd ever received
 
It's been a hundred and thirty-two days
since I last held
in my arms
the woman who I adore
and I miss her more
with each passing day;
my love for her
growing stronger
with each moment
of absence
from one another
 
My soul is dehydrated
and suffocating
without its match;
divided from its mate;
drowning by its lonesome
 
My mind and body
unable to accept
the advances of numerous
beautiful young maidens
simply because
they're not her
 
She is the only one for me
and she always will be
even a dozen leap years from now.
 
 
Copyright © 2015 Jackson Kane