Over Again

It's over. One quick last embrace, and then
She drives off. I begin to sink into the whirlpool
Of overloaded Asian families, Muslim women,
Laughing adolescents, dour suit-clad people
Doing business on their phones. Security's
A bitch. A half an hour later, all is calm.
I'm sitting in a chair and watching airplanes
Leave and land, and conjuring her smiling
Face. In nine more hours, I'll be home.
She's probably to hers by now. Is she,
As I am, trying to learn how to use telepathy?
"I love you, J. I'm sad already." There's
No sign my message was received. I've
Gotten none from her. I reach my seat,
And fold my legs, and slowly doze off
Fitfully. The arid land slides by below,
And that which was moves ever further past.
"It's over," I think, over Utah. "Who can say
When it will start again?"



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-08-14 at 22:32

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