Do I wait?
The last call for boarding the plane has just been announced by a distant woman
Her voice seems familiar from distance
Like pictures of snow bring familiar warmth
Until the day we dig our feet into it without socks or boots
He promised to make a snowman for me
And take me to a faraway riverside where wild grass has an unfamiliar scent
The way he told his stories everything became tangible and real; I could tell you all about that scent and the colour of the houses around the park where he would build the snowman for me
The last time he called me was the day before yesterday
When he promised to come see me off at the airport
His voice seemed vaguely distant as if he was already in the faraway riverside looking for the wild grass to bring me the surprise of its unfamiliar scent
Last night I dreamt a dream where he lost himself amidst unknown faces and places
The confusion on his face made me laugh in my dream
Unfair
And here I stand
With my boarding pass clenched in my fist as if it's the last straw
It says that my seat number is 33F and the gate number is 9 and the boarding time is 18.50
The handbag hangs from my shoulder like it has finally found its roots and claimed it too
Soon the distant woman with her familiar voice will probably call my name out and explain how it is the last chance for me to board this plane to oblivion
Do I wait?
Author Bio:
A creative director at her day job, a traveler at heart and a writer by passion - that's who Ankita is. Living and working in Vietnam currently, she is waiting for life to take her to the next destination.
The last call for boarding the plane has just been announced by a distant woman
Her voice seems familiar from distance
Like pictures of snow bring familiar warmth
Until the day we dig our feet into it without socks or boots
He promised to make a snowman for me
And take me to a faraway riverside where wild grass has an unfamiliar scent
The way he told his stories everything became tangible and real; I could tell you all about that scent and the colour of the houses around the park where he would build the snowman for me
The last time he called me was the day before yesterday
When he promised to come see me off at the airport
His voice seemed vaguely distant as if he was already in the faraway riverside looking for the wild grass to bring me the surprise of its unfamiliar scent
Last night I dreamt a dream where he lost himself amidst unknown faces and places
The confusion on his face made me laugh in my dream
Unfair
And here I stand
With my boarding pass clenched in my fist as if it's the last straw
It says that my seat number is 33F and the gate number is 9 and the boarding time is 18.50
The handbag hangs from my shoulder like it has finally found its roots and claimed it too
Soon the distant woman with her familiar voice will probably call my name out and explain how it is the last chance for me to board this plane to oblivion
Do I wait?
Author Bio:
A creative director at her day job, a traveler at heart and a writer by passion - that's who Ankita is. Living and working in Vietnam currently, she is waiting for life to take her to the next destination.
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