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Mar 2014
The airport terminal was so full
In October it felt like Christmas.

Eight gates packed with people and
No seats left I couldn't stop smiling.

And the runway was lined with red
And blues and greens so that when
The plane took off I couldn't
Look away, I wanted those
Christmas lights
To be the last thing I'd see
If I died right then.

And I realized that if I died
Right then that I'd be okay with  it
For the first time, and I checked,
I asked myself, "Are you happy
Right now?" And I said "Yes I'm
So **** happy right now!"

And I was,
And it was true,
And I didn't believe in anything
Big or anything so it was a pretty
Big deal that I would be okay
To die right then,
And we leveled out and it
Was so dark outside and
I could see the Christmas lights on
For miles.

'Q
10/10/13
Q
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Q  New York
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