Empty Airplanes.

 The sky’s the limit is what they say- right?

But I never imagined to reach these heights like this.


I had come prepared to encounter the length of our flight with a carry-on of compassion.


My luggage of love was packed.


The window seat view to the seas of despair and the mountains of heartbreak surely wouldn’t stop us.


The elevation of us would surpass it all.


I knew that the turbulence of our love would be rough but we would make it through.


You know… that cruise control button we so desperately yearned for would be pressed eventually.


And the love would be easy.


We would be sitting in first class enjoying the views of the of the sensual sunset.


Drinking crisp champagne mixed with tender touches of celebration.


The plush seats of my comfort within you would soon recline.


The rise of my desire for you would be inevitable. And me for you.


I could feel the anticipation screaming inside of me to reach the highest sights.


What a feeling.


Sadly, this is exactly that.


A feeling.


My luggage of love was packed.


But I was the only one at the airport…


I waited for you to meet me.


You assured me you would be here.


I walked along the conveyor belt of confusion searching for you, slowly checking each terminal.


And there you were.


Crowded in the chaos of beautiful women. 


As I tried to get closer to you to convince you that our flight would soon depart,


I stopped.


Because it was then that I realized that you preferred a different route.


There were so many destinations to choose from.


The escapades of brown eyes and thick hips sucked you in.


& no matter how much convincing I would try,


It was too late.


So I turned around and grabbed my bag.


My luggage of love was packed.


And I aboarded the flight without you. 

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