Airports And Dreams Poem by Leah Ayliffe

Airports are a familiar space that highlights my soul and sends me to freedom.
Holidays away from the mundane, holidays spent with you for just a few days.
It's effortless happiness by your side, my little dream that lives too far away.
In this world far from what exhausts me, I am alive, I am free.
I am what you tell me I am: An Irish angel, a Canadian devil,
Leaving me smiling under the sun, under the ceiling of your small room,
Sitting beside you on your twin sized bed.
I love to watch you laugh, and watch you play guitar in the dark with colourful lights glowing from your lamp.
I love to watch you be a freak on the basketball court, making loud sounds to distract the other guys.
I love to just love you from afar and adore in the shine of who you are.
I tell you you're the best, my favourite person, that I am very much obsessed.
Sometimes I think I am too much to take care of. Who else could put up with my insanity like you do?
The memory of rock and roll playing while we get it on,
Making out against the bed wall,
You taking off my little short jean overalls.
"With their tanks and their bombs
And their bombs and their guns
In your head in your head they are dying"
A voice sings through the speakers and I, myself, am dying happily.
Sleepily Saturday morning I asked what I was doing to make you look at me that way,
Thinking I did something weird cause you always love to make fun,
You simply looked on and said "I'm just looking at you, that's all"
And I didn't know how to respond.
Just like at dinner when you said I was beautiful and too many people overlook me in the crowd.
I think I'm drowning in your words, nostalgia today is like a good luck charm.
I jump and dance on your bed while you try to pack your things,
Leaving for the month to a new place to do some tough military training.
You're so intelligent and important and I can't believe just how divine you are,
All the things that you can do, I wonder if you know that you're the brightest star in my sky.
Taking breaks to teach me wrestling moves, like I have a chance of breaking free of your hold,
I will never grow tired of you wanting to teach me something new.
When we get back from the cinema, just before they took you away,
I had to hide in the bathroom before they discovered me overstaying.
What a thrill and a scare, a little added fun before the end.
A nice kiss goodbye, I had to sleep alone in your bed with no one there to hold me.
Your friend told me on the drive back to the airport that I am a butterfly that you shouldn't let fly away.
Hope is a dangerous fatal game that keeps me playing.
He told me you talk about me all the time and how I'm the greatest,
That I shouldn't give up on you and to have some patience.
It was strange to hear the things that I've always wondered in my head,
That maybe I am not so crazy in thinking we could be more than what we have.
But I am so infinitely happy with what we have.
It's the limit of our time to being this way that gets me going scared,
You already know, the dreaded day where you are happier with someone new.
You must know how you're the only one I've ever truly wanted like this.
Back at the airport, watching the lights of planes fly overhead.
So many dreams aboard in the air heading for a better tomorrow.
I am in the sky, happy like I always am after seeing you.
I am always in the sky, just as I am always missing you