Jeffrey Hull
Friday, April 21, 2006
Departure

A smallish speck that shrank into the clouds,
Its freight the heavy cargo of my heart–
Aground, despair amidst the airport crowds,
Aloft, the dreamy sky pushed us apart.
Bad luck, they say, to watch a loved one's course
Until she's out of sight; I turned away
My face, and hid the twinges of remorse
I'd let her go, but she's still gone today.
© 2006 Jeffrey Hull