Bus to the Airport

My heart is so full of love
I fancy I can hear it stutter and beat

in the rain orange lights blur like
I’ve tried to rub them out

sliding past the islands, all it has taken
to wake me up from walking, sleeping;

a phone call. Air tickets like confetti
no pennies in her pocket. I said

I’d pay millions. She wore 5kg of overspill and
heaved her suitcase the aching difference

between being a voice on the phone
and a warm hand in the dark.

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About fiercemissc

Twenty-something Geordie girl living and working in Hong Kong. Young, free and single and making the most of it.
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