Imagine your heart as an airport
And you compared this to a delayed departure
Or an arrival and the person you are waiting for wasn't on the plane
And you feel you missed something yet again
You don't know what happened
You were there 45 minutes early
They took your parking ticket roughly as if they knew you weren't worth the respect
And now they've pulled down the grills and shut down the gates
And let the runways become overgrown
She said "I purchased sentimentality at the duty free shop"
"I stowed it away in my carry on bag"
"I was slow to unpack it when I arrived home"
"There was no one there to give it to"
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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