Escaping

High above the clouds,
soaring on my way,
when I finally descend,
a friend will be waiting.

A hug, a smile
the laughter begins,
just like old times,
yet somehow better.

Time to sit and talk,
sharing all those things,
each at our port,
late into the night.

Friends demanding nothing,
enjoying an old friendship,
meeting new friends,
we've known for months.

Relishing a chance to sleep in,
packing up my stuff,
heading back out of town,
don't rush, drive slow.

Heading down a wet runway,
sad the time is gone,
soaring into the clouds,
its back to reality now.

LGuzzino
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