Valuable

Woe trickles down the nape
of my neck and into sleeves
of weakened lace,

you continue to hold my hand,
babbling on about future get-togethers
that will never see the light from
the tip of your tongue.

I scan the airport for any
sign of delays,
a reason to stay burrowed
underneath your coat...
even though I know you
don't want to keep me warm,

the idea of staying was
over before it started,
before we started.

I just want seconds to
barricade onto the runway,
plant themselves into a
bomb threat and refuse
to punch the clock.

-

But as I see you fidget
and browse through the
selection of women like
a clearance rack,
waiting for the chance
to swipe your debit card
as soon as I board my plane -
I realize that my ticket
away from you is
priceless.

What was once lust
in my eyes is now
wanderlust ---

something far more
valuable than you.

club challenge.

copyright 2013: Hannah K.