Sitting in an airport terminal surrounded by faces
yet I am alone
My bright blue carry on is the only color in sight
Out the window, planes and boxes stack and line up. Soldiers marching.
In the window, there's a story.
One I can't tell but my reflection shouts
When I smile, she'll frown.
And as I fly off into the clouds
she'll be running and dragging behind
trying to catch up
Maybe if I fly high enough
Maybe if I fly fast enough
Maybe if I fly far enough
She won't catch up.