Airport Encounter.

 

i’m glad we knew each other

then when youth of sorts was

on our side an image of her

loveliness i cherish still

 

observers might have been

aware of something going on

with us engrossed with words

our body language speaking

volumes for togetherness

 

they called her flight and i

remember she flew off to

Brazil when I was Cyprus

bound her face full of

disappointment as she went

 

unavailable pads or pens so

neither of us kept in touch

 

(inspired by rachel bond & banksy)