I couldn’t wait to waive my drowning eyes
You just stood there, looked the other way
Freeze-dried moment flees from our demise
My mouth hung ajar, but found nothing to say

The shuttles, sirens planted in my mind
Like the moon’s flag, hasty but prolific
Swiss Army knives and lighters left behind
But you passed through plaintive, pessimistic

The PA ordered boarding for those in A class
You looked down at your ticket marked B
Thought, “I stand aside while the rich just pass,
They receive the best throughout society.”

I stood, stiff necked, in the parking lot
Watched 40 metric tons become a dot.