She glided in from Gate 8
Taxied to and from Starbucks
Boarded at Gate 10
My eyes fogged my mind in
As she took off with my heart toward the moon
Heart will never likely land
The rest of me left behind
It was like jetlag
More so a moon lag
An abrupt change in my body clock
Caused time to stand still
With difficulty concentrating
Was this sighting of her real?
With an added dizziness, I debated
Is this moonlag I feel?
My air travel from now on is seated next to my wonderin will a sighting of her risk moonlag again?
She glided in from Gate 8
Took flight 112 from Gate 10
Such a surprise feelin moonlag has been
Will I ever see her again?
Now each time I traveled
I wondered would she be there
Gliding in from Gate 8
Leaving from Gate 10
If so, I'm anxious to find out, what will I do...then?
Will we finally meet at Gate 10?
Or will it be moonlag again her still alone and in the wind with my flight canceled and moonlag's high anxiety crashing all hope in a tail spin
Either way, my heart will never land again
And that's how moonlag has been
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In Review
Non-FictionWhat is "Life In Review"? Saga, song, sonnet, story, satire, summary, sorry situations, silly sort of stupid stuff, sense and non, poems, prose, anecdotes and dozy doats, and a possible personal blow or two. This book is a collection of writings, op...
