Posted in Canada, Life, Prose, Relationships

My Airplane

I wish my aiplane

would fly me away

to Montréal,


I wonder why

places like that are

so far away?


I might just look up

an old friend

and we would eat lunch, there

where my airplane was parked


If I had one, that is….



My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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