Author: Political Blonde PM
I was flying and when I looked out the window of the airplane I couldn't help but notice that at 30,000 feet, my ex was looking back at me.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort/Tragedy - Words: 243 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 06-04-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2681305
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Five stars and a glistening maze below,
Quebec- at 30,000 feet.
It's you I see out my too small window;
Miles of darkness, fractured by lights,
Thin but ever present cracks in a dark facade.
Contrasting, exposing, harsh illuminations.
Twenty minutes to the ocean, to a darkness.
I never wanted to see those lights in you,
Never wanted to expose your hate.
I'd have fallen forever into your kindness,
Left everything shrouded in darkness,
Concealed; discussed but never seen.
It's the darkness I loved. It enveloped me,
Hugged me tight, and kissed me to sleep.
Twenty minutes, forty minutes, three hours.
It's my fault you're late for our date again.
Sorry, forgot to call. Tired. I'll call tonight. :p
My mistake. There obviously was no promise.
You didn't call again. Are you ok? What's wrong?
I am too attached. How dare I expect you to call.
I love you. You're a bitch. Because I'm upset?
I don't care. What did I do? Leave me alone.
A corridor of darkness between cloud and ocean.
The Atlantic- at 30,000 feet.
Forehead pressed firmly, searching for some beacon.
This new darkness is cold, unfeeling, uncaring.
It shrouds all the answers, every wanted why.
But now I've seen the 30,000 sides of Andrew
And I still don't understand why I'm not sitting next to you.