February 10, 2011
you escaped. from right under my nose
slipped away into the night. taken flight
from the coldness and harshness of life
how could I let you go without a fight?
furtive glances. long goodbyes. watching
you turn and wave goodbye. a sad smile
a soft kiss blown clear across the aisle
how could I let you go after all this while?
who am I gonna miss? “Me!” you answer
who are you going to miss? “You!” True.