Wrote this poem on the flight from Beijing back to Vancouver. I also wrote another poem and a song and I watched Pitch Perfect 1 and 2 and I watched Inside Out (sobbed). It was a productive flight.
Where will the roads we take go
If we were meant for each other
Will we meet again?
Six months since you said goodbye
You told me, every month, you’d see me again
You took with you a gun,
thought it was loaded with blanks,
But I’m finding a hole in my heart
Every month gone is another bullet,
Ripping my capillaries
I can’t breathe because you were my air
Which road did you take?
The one less traveled?
The one bursting with life?
The one that lead you further away from me?
Leave me the gun
I want you to feel the same I did.
This time, I’ll be sure to load it
Your pain would be much worse
I’ll take the road less traveled
So if we meet again,
You’ll realize that the pain I caused you
Was because you caused me the same.