dancing in the nigh empty terminal, hours until my flight
soon i will be flying as near home as i tend to get
and as close to you as i probably will ever be
bowing to the ladies on carts, ignoring stares, lighter on my feet than the weight of exhaustion should allow
treated three ladies to a spin
this solo dance routine would be better as a slow dance, holding each other tightly and swaying to the beat of our hearts in perfect synchronization
maybe sneak a soft kiss, let it linger, blossom into something that sets our soul afire
pretend the world doesn’t exist except for us
ignore the disapproving stares, they are just jealous
should be
probably never seen the look i cannot hide when i gaze at you
impossible to hide
but it isn’t the case
instead i am here alone
without a partner in crime, no getaway driver
just a lone gunmen, running towards a stand off with the law that only ends one way
a blaze of inglorious suicide by cop
the only way to escape the lonelieness, to quiet the voices of dissent that scream through the headphones
gliding across the freshly polished floors in an effort to stay sane no matter how crazy it looks to passerbys
they don’t know the constant struggle
they see happy go lucky
they don’t see the same image i see in the mirror
the fool
let me show them all what it dew, tell em Grieves, tell em all
swaying to the beat only i hear, running from the demons only i can see, towards the woman avoiding me
airport blues 101
Ohh this started so nice and ended with an uneasy feel. Good job.
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Sort of how life works, all nice and then very uneasy. And then next thing you know you are stuck in St Louis. That may just be me.
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I think you are right! 🙂
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Hahaha.
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