Saturday, February 14, 2015

2am Melbourne Airport...

It would be too obvious
for this poet to say he misses you
(although he misses you more
than any words can say).
Standing in the cold,
I glance up and see a beautiful, low-hanging moon.

She has a huge chunk missing from her side.

My bus arrives and as I silently board,
I look up at her one last time.
I give her a wink & a cheeky, knowing smile.

And with a tear in my eye,
I whisper under my breath:

"I know how you feel."


(c) Brent Harpur, 10/2/2015.

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