Tits McGee (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ididthatonce) wrote,@ 2009-03-17 23:13:00 |
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Delta Flight 1993
He couldn't have been much older than me.
Pixelated fatigues,
pants tucked into his boots.
If I hadn't know any better,
I would have suspected
that I shared a class with him once upon a time
or that he date a friend.
I watch him kiss a girl goodbye – his daughter? --
all blonde curls
and dimples.
Something in my throat
stops my breathing.
Was he coming or going?
He hands the girl
to her mother.
She wipes away a tear.
Suddenly, I feel as though I have walked in
on a stranger in the dressing room.
My face flushed
with shame at witnessing
such an intimate
moment.
I think about whispering a “thank you”
filing past him while boarding
the plane to Atlanta.
But, at the end
I choose to stay silent.
He couldn't have been much older than me.
Pixelated fatigues,
pants tucked into his boots.
If I hadn't know any better,
I would have suspected
that I shared a class with him once upon a time
or that he date a friend.
I watch him kiss a girl goodbye – his daughter? --
all blonde curls
and dimples.
Something in my throat
stops my breathing.
Was he coming or going?
He hands the girl
to her mother.
She wipes away a tear.
Suddenly, I feel as though I have walked in
on a stranger in the dressing room.
My face flushed
with shame at witnessing
such an intimate
moment.
I think about whispering a “thank you”
filing past him while boarding
the plane to Atlanta.
But, at the end
I choose to stay silent.
