when i think of you and an airport,
i think of leaving, one of us always
oceans away.
with a balloon, she squats by
the glass panelling, knees creaking,
her two-year old grand daughter waving back
from the stroller on the other side,
bubbling over with laughter
and curls.
i hope i can make you grin
like that girl.
you don't know i'm waiting,
late for work.
i'm waiting for your delayed flight
and your eyes and your arms,
waiting for everything to be alright
again.
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1 comment:
I'm so sorry to hear this. He was on the rebound and you probably didn't see it coming. He also sounds like he runs scared whenever the committment issue comes up.
He is old enough to have known better. THis was irresponsible on his part. I think you should confront him and tell him how you feel.
Best of luck,
Bill
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