Friday, March 24, 2017

bye bye

polite
but short. a closed smile.
her lips
lined red,
her eyes
narrowed.
there is nothing left
to be said.
the flight is over.
the engine doused.
polite, but short.
she hands
you your walking
papers,
points to the door,
to the ramp
down,
gently nods
her head and says
bye bye.

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