EAVING KENNEDY AIRPORT
Only a budge, one little push
Would have broken the spell I was caught in.
I stood and swayed there, swinging from side to side
With twenty minutes to decide.
Twice I turned to go back home
And rushed to the Icelandic’s entrance
Thinking it was you come to say
“Let’s go home” So many women had your face and motion.
I stood there and people watched me wondering
Why I spilled hot torment without a blush.
But I could only see two faces
Where my brother’s shadow loomed before me
Barring the exit door.
My given word was the living-death of promise
That turned me from what I loved.
My mind blurred when the door sealed into place
And the mass of metal moved relentlessly
Stripping the fibres of my head to shreds.