the floodgates are open-
but you're safe. with your head on the armrest.
and your bags too heavy
on the floor.
I can see the weight of the world in your eyes- when they're open.
and I can tell that you're worried.
I'd keep you safe if I could.
but they'd all tell me I'm just a romantic
the hopeless is implied
and I'm staring helplessly
as the chances- drift and float
and when you stood up.
I saw you kind of smile.
me a goodbye.
and even though I think we both know
that I'll never-ever. see you again.
when you left my sight- I missed you as if
we'd been together for ages.
when- in a sense. we'd never met.
and they tell me I'm hopeless.
a romantic wouldn't have let you walk away.
empty handed with just my daydreams
and silent thoughts.
of late nights and terminal trists
it's times like this
that I know I'm a poet.