The rockets shined in your
Face and I knew it was
December 31st a plane
strapped into the gate
groaned its desire to fly.
The crying didn't start
Until we understood the
sucking void of miles
between.
©1993 Chris Abraham
The rockets shined in your
Face and I knew it was
December 31st a plane
strapped into the gate
groaned its desire to fly.
The crying didn't start
Until we understood the
sucking void of miles
between.