La Terminal

The plane won't depart
turbulence south of you
on the screen it reads
that maybe I failed
on the radio a 'mayday'
I always knew you were
ten thousand feet above me
I liked to count
that with me you were happy
that we were going to fly
and now I'm here

And you're not
at the terminal
I'm just your 'jet lag'
and on your radar a point that comes and goes
and on your radar a map with no signal

Dense fog in Madrid
a bad day to be without you
in my black box there are
so many unfulfilled plans
that crashed on the runway of your skin
Lima, Delhi, and Hong Kong
delayed here
'checking' with no direction
canceled the future
I search anywhere
where you want to go

But you're not
at the terminal
I'm just your 'jet lag'
and on your radar a point that comes and goes
and on your radar a map with no signal

I no longer wonder where you are
a bright point comes and goes.