Emeebee, I’ll Stay If You Want but Want To Get Away
Just after taking off into the murky, cloudy, gray day, I find myself looking out the porthole-style window into a view of heaven not seen in six years.
• Up here, snow is above and below.
• Up or down.
• It’s all the same.
• White fog.
• Thick.
• The turbulence feels like the bumping and sliding on a toboggan down a real snow-covered hill in Bellwood.
• The wind and the jets sound like the chilly breezes and gusts which coursed through the sleeping trees near the foot of that hill.
So why am I up here on this flight to Louisville? Is this flight a rehearsal [Emeebee]? Will I make this same flight out of Dayton and your life in the coming weeks forever? Say the right words with sincerity and I’ll stay with you, no matter what job offer should come. I love you so much.
Sometimes, even when someone seems to be looking especially at me, I’m afraid to talk to them. What if I’m misreading them? What if you’re not? In a distant airport from my town, a lady is looking right at me. Yet I can’t move to go near her. Why why why why? !!
