Runway

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    Runway

    We drove silently down a road paved in gray
    Blind to the brightness of the day
    The trees rushed by but we sat still
    Your silence was shrill

    I reached for your hand so soft
    But in the end I always got lost
    I've stared at you through sparkles in an old paperweight
    Dull sparkles gleaming, a lost hand, searching for a mate

    We listened to a sad old song
    Sitting still as the world moved along
    I stood at a crowded airport and watched you fly away
    The runway paved in gray

    I lost the only man I will ever really love
    Who flew away not on a plane, but on the wings of a dove

    To my Dad who I hope someday will understand
    That I have never stopped searching for his hand

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    natgold’s Poems (9)

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