Nestled in her thoughts,
he straightens his tie looking at her reflection.
His eyes search for her in the aisle,
ruffling through the chaos made by the screeching speakers.
Today is the last time he thinks,
composing his feet on the elevator.
Waiting at the lounge, he leans on for some comfort,
brewing his soul with tea.
A nudge on his arms perplexes him,
seated beside him is she.
Her hair tied in a bun, few strands fall on cheeks,
chin anxiously raised towards him.
Before, he could mumble with his surprised tongue,
she speaks about his dreaded fear,
holding the ticket reminding about his time to leave.
Love, it is a matter of few days,
your air hostess will be soon with thee!!!
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