Night Flight

They flew out there together,
Now she flies back alone;
Through years and time zones passing,
Each thought a sharpened stone —

In arcs, retracing endlessly,
The same self-asking quiz:
Why he is not beside her
Instead of where

He is

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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