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The Flight Was Cancelled

I told you that my heart was not an airport.

It was not a place for easy arrivals or departures,

but there you stood,

one foot inside the gate,

one foot out,

swaying from side to side,

with a cruel smile,

telling me that you would go where you pleased.

I want to ground every flight,

tear every cloud from the sky,

sleeping in their soft,

sweet relief,

until you understand,

that you already left,


and you won’t get past security again.

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