Jet Stream

There is enough open sky That I might find myself Able to breath again Should I drop everything Hop aboard a southbound bird Finalize the divorce of dreams That kept me anchored to my seaside sadness In the bountiful blue Chasing after cotton clouds Maybe there I could lose myself Just long enough to remember What it felt like to be me Without you A new red leather bag Begs to be broken in Stuffed full of good intentions and no expectations Ironically, I bought it to travel to you Yet you never did well handling other people's baggage Nor your own, for that matter Evident when you left your empty carry on behind Asking me to promptly dispose of it Still, I know there to be welcoming arms Big broad smiles upon my touching down In the gentle compassion Of a brother who carries his burdens And has room to spare, for mine Warmth and well wishes And old friends that recall me as resilient And ready for another daydream to call mine Yes, there needs be a getaway dash A glimpse of Spring elsewhere To remind me that not everything Will remind me of you. Is the sky really big enough To put the much needed miles between my broken heart And the knowledge of how quickly you have flown