If I calculated all the time I've spent
lost in the vortex of your eyes
it would run past days.
The memory of your face
still fresh in my mind.
At the airport I resembled
some tragic human in history
awaiting there exile with fate.
After she punched my ticket
we stood on the side and
pawed and clawed at each other
one last time.
As I walked away something died.
I look back once
and see your figure from the opposite end
of the vast quarter waving goodbye.
I blow a kiss through tattered lips,
come back to me I whisper cry.
The plane rises into the mighty sky
I look below and bellow
Iowa, be good to my lover while I'm gone.