All I see is you
Standing at the windows
Watching the tarmac
No action in sight
No enplaning, no deplaning
The setting sun
Setting fire to your face
And I can't even see you squint
Your gaze fixed on the horizon
All I see is you
As I take my coffee break
You haven't moved an inch
Your clothes still perfect
Your posture unbent
Your face flashes in the gloom
As the rotating beacon catches it
Otherwise lit quite dimly
By the blue taxi lights outside
All I see is you
Waiting for a flight
That seems to never come
Waiting for a reunion
That certain someone
I stab out my cigarette
And consider talking to you
But I think better of it
And get back to work
All I see is you
As I punch out for the evening
And head for the door
I look back again
To see your silhouette
The rising moon framing your head
Still waiting
Still looking out
For the plane that never comes
No comments:
Post a Comment