You used to go anywhere,
hopped on a train,
caught a plane
to be there,
if only in the hope of a chance
to be with your girl.
Nowadays,
you don’t move,
you stay put.
Love has to find a way
to meet you
in your comfort zone.
I bought a ticket
to come as far as I can.
Even with clipped wings,
you have to pack your bag,
meet me in Boston
for an awkward hug,
for a chat over tea.
If you don’t want to stay,
just wait five minutes
to give it another chance,
to give me another reason
not to run away.
*When I can’t write, I ask for help. Benjamin Grossman helped me to write this piece through collaboration. Thank you my friend.
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