Missed her
Like a detour
And I'm coming around
Again,
Slower than the first
Like a second sweep
Through the airport terminal
Looking for her face
Like how I remember her last
As I'm flying low
Smile wide
As the sun is warm,
Trying to single her out
Precious needle
Amongst the haystack people,
There's a glimmer
She's spotted me
Before I do,
And then it's like
The light
At the end of a tunnel,
I've arrived
Ship to port;
I've found my anchor...

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