I Don’t Blame You for Coming Home

When she disappears
because her dreams aren’t here,
and we know she will,
I’ll park at the airport
in the bed of my truck, resting on my back,
with my hands behind my head,
wondering which plane she left on;
and which plane you’ll return on.

(© 2022 AC)

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