nicoleb
I begged for your attention but you declined
I begged for your time but you declined
I begged for your call but you declined
I'm begging for your heart but afraid you'll decline
It's a sunny December morning in Boston. I weave through the traffic on my way to the airport. Today, the warm vehicles doesn't bother me. I wait in the terminal, pacing. My hands are shaking and my heartbeat rises with my heart on the flight monitor. I stare down the long hall of the terminal. Men in uniform pass and great loved ones. Finally I see mine. I welcome him home. My heart is happy.