The Flight

I traveled through the concourse
I had slept part of the trip.
Sis insisted, a goodbye lunch,
I had to get a grip…
Perhaps it was better,
we’d had a drink or two.
You see, I knew you’d be there,
As onward home I flew.

My head was not too muddled
But my heart was racing wild.
I dropped my bag and stood there,
You held me like a child.
I looked at you and knew,
No matter what we shared,
This would be the last time.
I could not prepare.

I looked into your eyes.
I could see your heart.
But, we made pleasantries,
We always had that art.
I gave you a little gift,
Something I had cherished.
Something to hold on to,
Knowing dreams had perished.

The stop was too brief,
A few moments in time.
All too soon it’s time to go,
You walked me to the line.
I stood there just staring,
Tears stood in my eyes.
I mouthed the words “I love you”,
The same, your lips replied.

I tore my eyes from you.
I entered down the path.
I sat there in that seat…
Wishing life was past.
As long as I can breathe,
I will know that flight,
Was the day we lost a dream,
By doing what was right.