Written on a Plane
She was sipping vodka and tonic
like it was going out of style
and no matter how many times
she looked at that watch
the minutes went by no faster.
Looking out the window
she envied the twinkling lights below
and with an addicts craving
she hungered for a long drag
on a Marlboro red.
It wasn’t the first time she had left
and it wouldn’t be the last
but the days she spent alone
kept mounting in her head
knowing he was with another woman.
She couldn’t look at herself
in the mirror anymore
the disappointment was unbearable.
She’d given her youth to him
the best years of her life.
For what?
To end up sleeping alone
in an aging mid-suburban home?
To lament over the creases in her own skin?
Apologize for the color of her roots
because she couldn’t face the gossip
at the salon?
Posted by Amanda at December 12, 2003 10:41 PM
