a blues poem – “plane ride home”

It will not be the same

The plane’s lights blind me

It will never be the same

The plane’s lights blind me

Nine hours to go

Leaving everything behind me

 

It will not be the same

The winter twilight fades away

I’m begging to stop the change

The winter twilight slips away

The ghost of her touch haunts me

But all I can seem to do is pray

 

It will never be the same

The anger in my veins inflames me

How can it ever be the same?

This hate in my blood drains me

These tickets are my shackles

As this monster soars over the sea

 

I was content with staying the same

I knock back a glass of whiskey

Only fools fight the inevitable change

I knock back another glass of whiskey

Her kisses always left me feeling tipsy

A whole other type of risky

 

I will never be the same

They ripped me away from her

I will never be the same

They snatched me away from her

As the plane’s engine purrs

I realize I never thought I’d say “we were.”

 

-aev

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