There Is An Advantage To Communicating Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

No!
I am not attempting to hide from you.
You've caught me 'trying' to disappear.
Who knew?
We had similar thoughts.

And here we are...
Seated on the same plane.
And next to each other.
Taking off to places...
Yet to be revealed.

Going to Mommy's house for the holidays,
I suspect?

'You make me sick! '

SEE?
I keep saying there is an advantage,
To communicating.
And here we are validating the lack of it.

We could have saved money,
Booking our tickets at the same time.
Getting a discount!
But noooo!
Both us were trying to get away from each other,
As fast as possible.

But who knew?
Somebody did...
Huh?

And I know you don't want me to say this...
But God don't like ugly!
And will throw it all up in your face to prove it!
EVERYTIME!

'You make me sick! '

SEE?
I keep saying there is an advantage,
To communicating.

You wouldn't have gotten sick at all,
If you had communicated that earlier.

And by the way...
Your mother and father,
Invited me to stay for the holidays.
Sooo...
Hopefully you'll have a quick recovery.

'You make me sick! '

Did they book you first class too?
I love your folks.
Almost as much as you use to love me!

'You make me sick! '

Will you stop saying that!
This is a long flight.
Let's hum the 'First Noël'
OR...'Navidad Blanca'.

'I've never heard 'that' one before.'

It's White Christmas.
I love the way it sounds in Spanish!
'Navidad Blanca'.

'You still make me sick!
And in what language will you get it? '