that stupid construction paper
with sharpie ink dyed through
and all over your fingers
and glitter so thick
you can hardly see the letters
and i won't see it anyway
not through this fog of transtime
through the weight of all these dreams
pressing up against my eyes
but you'll be holding it
in your two hands shaking
behind that stupid silver bar
that they think will keep you back
and your smile
that smile
i'll see that
i've seen it for years
over continents
in the middle of the night
when i wake up crying trying
to remember who i am and where
i see it off to the side in the shadows
and it keeps me breathing till dawn
you and that smile and the sign
and thats when i'll know
that i'm home.
1 comment:
You got airports on your mind?? This poem made me laugh. Those people always make me laugh. They're always there holding those signs, but they never seem to know who they're picking up and they never really seem to care and the signs are always so neatly and carefully typed and it all just seems ridiculously organised for some stranger to meet another stranger who doesn't really care, doesn't even speak the same language. So i loved the familiarity of the sharpie ink and the glittering hands and the construction paper and the smile. Cos it goes against that stereotypical image that those people implant in my head. So once again, amazing poem. i don't quite get the title, but i still love the poem.
Also, when are you coming back here!!?? I'll be sure to find some construction paper and meet you at the gate. :D
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