We were at the airport
and you carried
an ugly orange suitcase
I felt you drifting
like the birds
and the sea
and everything that was around us
because let's face it;
we are a part of the world
but the world is infinite
"So does that make us infinite?"
I don't think you wanted to lie
so instead, you replied,
"Perhaps in some worlds.
Let's hope it's this one."
"See you later."
"Goodbye."
Who was correct?
I prayed that it was you
as you walked off
waving
I smiled
You smiled
but the world did not
YOU ARE READING
The Middle
Poetry"There's a fine line between the beginning and the end, and we were simply caught in the middle."
