We went to see jeff koons on sunday afternoon. The piece was blobish, dimplish, simply mind blowing. In the middle of it, you gave me a peck on my forehead. It was amazing...

so happy to finally be
on the gate, bags checked in, ready to
leave this place, you and whatever tears running against the wind
I never would feel again,

not in this flight
nor my imagination.

you could have saved it. you should have seen it better.
you could have not given up but you were too afraid.
to lose you more than to lose me... three chances you said, it's all done and gone.