Grieving On a Jet Plane
I dropped her by the departure
gate
Watched her walk through the
revolving door
It wasn't that she was running
late
But we had both been here
before
We don't believe in long
goodbyes
That's what we told each other
What was the sense in
protracted sighs
And the feeling of being
smothered
We promised that we would
stay in touch
While trying not to suffocate
We didn't need the
togetherness crutch
We were masters of our own
fates
But the devil fools with the
best laid plans
With no regard for what we
think is right
And that is why this poem
began
Because I really miss her
tonight
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