hollowed out
by the flight
away from you, the waiting
to return
to you, flying through gutters
the anticipation of waiting
over and over, for this to be over
to be flown over these mountains
in opposite directions
i would go around the world
vehemently returning, again and again
to your embrace, for the soft coo
that everything will be alright
everything is alright
being right with you
sets the world in the right perspective
that is sorely lacking
from this view of rocky mountain tops
and mid-sized cities sprawling
out of despair
scrawling curbside notes
in a nearby kinko’s
waiting, breathlessly
to fly home.