Senior Year: Fractured Atlas

[a "memory lane" poem]

knew we were going places

and not the proverbial

"know"

I mean physicial documentation

that we were journeying through this trial & error together

...mislead...

Denice Frohman suggested that you should

"kiss me so"

not knowing you were forehead stamping

"see you laters"

across my passbook

hand holds of reassurance

were packed bags of

"this was the last time this embrace meant something special"

hugs of miscommunicated farewells

where

"I love yous"

were really

"bye bye beau's"

because you only stayed grounded enough to let me deplane

every midnight snuggle lead me to believe we were taking off

a round-trip deal

reaffirming that our itinerary was identical

despite opportunites to alert me otherwise

you gather both bags

wave adieu in airbourne smooches

where I break out in outbreak heartache

relying on standby

to take pity on me