the airport
by Raine Wynd
Leaving all my dreams on the runway
seems like all you do lately
while I sit at the gate waiting for you
to come flying back to me
or to signal our joyous departure
but all I get is a videotaped holiday
and I can't help but wonder why I'm still here
stuck at the airport of broken love
�9.16.00
written en route from Las Vegas to Tampa