the kitchen sink

last time i saw her was two years ago..

i took her to the airport where the wings of a machine would carry her away..

my heart cracked and my colour faded that day..

many rains washed me since as i walked streets to dispense plaguing thoughts..

i was sure i would never see her again..

this morning i learned that some wings would deliver her back to my space..

suddenly the two years ago seemed like yesterday..

like those two years had drained down the kitchen sink..