When people wonder why I refuse to fly
Or why sometimes I shy away from an offered ride,
I smile and say don’t worry, “Someday, I want to try.”
What they don’t know is my own secret lie,
I walk to a corner where I cry,
I leave a trail for people passing me by.
The secret is out, when I’m left on my own,
I retrace these tears,
to the corner where we tried,
at the border where we cried,
in the end of an offered ride,
at the exact moment when
WE thought we could
Fly.
Photo: FA
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