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Mar 2018
I run into the
Terminal
Hoping it’s not too late
You’re nowhere
To be found

Searching
Looking into crowds
Your flight has left
It’s too late
All the things
‘I wanted to tell you...’

‘I’m right here...’

And there you are
Behind me
And I hold onto you
Like I’m pulling you
From a sinking ship
And kiss you
And kiss you
Like I’m saying goodbye
&
All around us
People are putting their phones
Down to watch us
&
Clap afterwards

It’s a beautiful dream
Some nights I can’t wait
To go to sleep
Because I know I’m
Going to be with you
Eric the Red
Written by
Eric the Red  40/M/Southwest
(40/M/Southwest)   
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     J, Lora Lee, Moon Woman, PM and Angie Marcano
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