Off the Wrong Terminal

You fear the skyscraper nearing the flight, 

You fear that I'd be on one of the floors, 

You fear that I'd not be looking at you, while you are, 

You fear that I've moved on in my life, unlike you.

You fear that this is yet another unpleasant landing.

You get off the other terminal to avoid looking at me, 

To get away, safe and sound into the new set of arms. 

 

Maybe one day, you'll bump into a mutual friend

Who'd tell you that I don't reside in the same city. 

Maybe one day, you'll know and realize that 

You were jet lagged by a presumable jet-black heart 

Who'd left the place knowing that you couldn't.

He'd left to avoid the unusual eye contacts and bumps,  

He'd left the day your heart got lured into another.