miles behind

my Passport stamped for a trip not taken
I made the flight but missed the connection
I see you from my window seat
the engine noise is deafening
as the wheels lift from the tarmac

clouds at thirty thousand feet
nothing to do but sit and think
of how I could have done it better
out wait the storms for fairer weather
hind-sight is twenty-twenty

the mountains loom and I am home
once more I return alone
my dreams left on a foreign coast
with the thing I wanted most
all that miles behind

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License