Sometimes I think back on that night.
Your eyes intent on explaining, a look of determination,
of wanting to give.
I remember trying to hear you,
wanting to understand and failing to understand.
With each new telling, static filling the room.
Making adjustments to find your frequency.
Unable to tune you in.
Now I am left wondering.
What was it you so badly wanted me to know.
Feeling like I couldn’t get to the airport in time,
before your message took flight.
© Ali Grimshaw
flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw 
Feeling like I couldn’t get to the airport in time,
before your message took flight.
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Thank you Erin. I appreciate your feedback. XO
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I keep thinking I have read the best poem in my life until I read the one that follows.
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You are so kind in your response. Thank you. Your appreciation keeps me sharing.
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This is one of my favorites, Ali! I really love the story like quality. Xo E
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