and when you say my name you'd think I had one million Delta miles from the trips my heart goes on - except it doesn’t because my flight was cancelled I’ve had this ticket for nine months and twenty-three days it was non-refundable but I'm already on the plane Dunkin’ coffee cup perched precariously on the armrest they almost spelled my name right my phone only has 11% I knew it could charge right when we boarded I thought you were waiting for me you made paper “welcome” signs and set up the pullout couch I’ve been waiting two hundred and ninety-eight days and now you're telling me this plane isn’t going anywhere. my hopes for us have jammed the engines.
Might submit this to my school's magazine to be published, so feedback would be greatly appreciate (please!). I'm not quite sure if the title suits the poem.