Baggage Claim.

I wait for you.

Like I think I’m supposed to.

You dropped me off one day,

and now it’s way past curfew.

Days pass, weeks, and eventually months too.

I sit like I’m in a church pew.

Who is coming for my rescue?

Am I still on your menu?

If you’ve crossed the ocean,

I can make it by canoe.

I wait for you.

Like I thought I was supposed to.

You were never coming back, were you?

–S.