Jet Stream Poem by Susan Lacovara

There is enough open sky
That I might find myself
Able to breath again
Should I drop everything
Hop aboard a southbound bird
Finalize the divorce of dreams
That kept me anchored to my seaside sadness

In the bountiful blue
Chasing after cotton clouds
Maybe there I could lose myself
Just long enough to remember
What it felt like to be me
Without you

A new red leather bag
Begs to be broken in
Stuffed full of good intentions and no expectations
Ironically, I bought it to travel to you
Yet you never did well handling other people's baggage
Nor your own, for that matter
Evident when you left your empty carry on behind
Asking me to promptly dispose of it

Still, I know there to be welcoming arms
Big broad smiles upon my touching down
In the gentle compassion
Of a brother who carries his burdens
And has room to spare, for mine
Warmth and well wishes
And old friends that recall me as resilient
And ready for another daydream to call mine
Yes, there needs be a getaway dash
A glimpse of Spring elsewhere
To remind me that not everything
Will remind me of you.

Is the sky really big enough
To put the much needed miles between my broken heart
And the knowledge of how quickly you have flown