TRAGIC Poem: Our Meeting at the Airport, by COSMO The Poet

This AIR, the DEBRIS, as it falls over me –
Is it healthy – or will I retard?
Turbine-engines screeching blast deafens my words of:
“I love you, too,” as you walk past –
and couldn’t hear me.

Everyone above is going somewhere and we are below;
Gagging upon their destination’s dreams.

If only you could hear me when I’m telling you/saying,
(whistles…) – Blasted engine has prevented: you from hearing my words that “I
Love You, too.”

So let’s do this: we will meet at the rendezvous.
I’ll wear something gold. You will just be you.
And before you know it, the distance between us will be much closer.

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