Self Love

March 3, 2015

My clock is counting down

So I don't dare look,

Your words are measured;

There isn't time left for mistakes.

I look down and my fingers are

Counting but I

Don't know what to.

The plane arrives in 20,

And I haven't even kissed you yet.

Your eyes are bluer than ever,

And mine are too, I'll bet.

1,051,897.53 minutes have led to this,

And i can't breathe,

But before I can utter a word,

You're turning towards the terminal.

You grip my hand tightly,

And let it go.

When you book your return flight,

I will not be here to greet you.

I have finally realized,

This is what self love is.

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