As I sit for two hours,
at my gate,
I close my eyes,
and think as I wait.
As I hear planes come in,
I sit with my bags,
while I contemplate.
I traveled the world,
and seen it all with good reason,
and it sure is fun,
but it can really take,
a toll on me,
with a diet of ginger ale and peanuts.
I feel as though,
I am missing something.
I want to start a new chapter in my life.
'Now boarding gate 7,
group A for flight 70 airlines'.
I pick up my bags,
board the plane,
and quickly find my seat.
As I begin my fifteen hour flight,
I plan to get some sleep.
On a place that's uncomfortable,
with lots of turbulence,
I developed a system how,
but before I close,
my eyes this time,
I say to myself,
"Please Lord, give me something now".
Then out of nowhere,
a woman came,
and decided to sit next to me.
We talked for hours,
and talked some more,
I even paid for her drink.
She said she lived,
near the same place as me.
It was amazing.
What were the chances?
Who would have thought,
that would happen?
Who said airplanes,
were not romantic?
After fifteen hours,
we retrieved our bags,
and remembered each others face.
Now thirty years later,
I can still say,
I am married to the woman I met on the plane
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Author:
Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 30th, 2018 00:58
- Category: Short story
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Comments4
Good write Forever. Yes, we can't get off a train/boat/plane, etc until it stops/lands/comes into port, etc. So we're in an enclosed world for the duration of the trip.
This was fun... a nice feel-good poem
What a great story with a really nice ending.
Great write
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