Miles Behind
my Passport stamped for a trip not taken
I made the flight but missed the connection
I see you from my window seat
the engine noise is deafening
as the wheels lift from the tarmac
in the clouds at thirty thousand feet
nothing to do but sit and think
of how I could have done it better
waited out the storms for fairer weather
hind-sight is twenty-twenty
the mountains loom and I am home
once more I return alone
my dreams left on a foreign coast
with the thing I wanted most
all that miles behind
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Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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