when I angle my head skywards
in a particular direction,
I can almost see you in the cockpit,
piloting your life,
trailing your dreams to
far-off destinations
before landing at a
runway on the other end
of my own.
Can you now see,
what you never could before,
when you looked at me,
as if through me,
the long aerobridge
to a different flight?
I remind myself how
I could once extend my hand and
touch you beneath inhibition
and kiss away my own fears
that you now draw away from.
I missed you.
But time could pale even that. |