Wander Back

"...but not everyone who flies, lands...."

Wander Back

Pausing a moment
I stopped to wonder why
I had stopped wandering by,
,
as I prepared for my flight.

But I’d assumed you’d seen
all the changes life can bring
and I knew you’d say goodbye,

so I just spread my wings to fly.

Maybe you settled in to wait, 
said: she’ll land, someday - 
she’ll wander by, one last time.

but not everyone who flies, lands

sometimes we limp in the door
drenched from the storm, with 
broken wings in one hand...

a few years later than planned.