I’m lost in the airport
Like I’m lost on everyday streets,
I never know where I’m going
And I don’t have anyone to meet.
I buy a magazine,
Fill my coffee cup at the café,
I carry my stars
In this cup that you gave me
When we were both younger
And walked among the airport terminals
Dreaming of distant lands
And making impossible plans.
We never got off the ground,
My plane is always down,
But I toast your memory eyes
On whatever part of this planet
Where your distant heart survives.
I don’t know if I still love you,
Don’t even know any longer
If I know how to make love,
But you were there
When I thought I knew these things.
Why can’t I take a plane
Back to our innocence
And try it all again?
My stars would be more vivid
Than this coffee cup I live in.
Uriah Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/coffee-cup-of-stars/
