I left you suspended in the air
as a single thought expelled
from a Southwest flight back from Oregon
Everything is suspended in the air –
the New York woman rushing through her beef sandwich to my left
the woman at the window seat writing
love letters to the woman who will pick her up at the airport
and the way I imagined landing on the same runway as you
back home, realizing sometimes
turbulence remains even after landing
realizing there is a reason we had the same destination
but flew at different times. So much so that
the New York woman next to me could be you
and I her beef sandwich – chewed quietly, regrettably
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 10:20 PM UTC
I left you suspended in the air
as a single thought expelled
from a Southwest flight back from Oregon
Everything is suspended in the air –
the New York woman rushing through her beef sandwich to my left
the woman at the window seat writing
love letters to the woman who will pick her up at the airport
and the way I imagined landing on the same runway as you
back home, realizing sometimes
turbulence remains even after landing
realizing there is a reason we had the same destination
but flew at different times. So much so that
the New York woman next to me could be you
and I her beef sandwich – chewed quietly, regrettably
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