3 weeks

Flight was long,

desire strong,

 

to come, to see,

being with thee.

 

A poem in mind!

Wrong of a kind!

 

Nothing on,

3 weeks long,

 

deeply bored,

thoroughly ignored,

 

watching a gate,

morning to late.

 

A chair is my base,

down my face.

 

The country to see,

not meant to be.

 

Did not discover,

sitting and suffer.

 

Elysium a miss?

Or is it bliss?

 

Is it a plague?

Very vague!

 

At a glance:

no romance

and business by chance.

 

Uncertainty I perceive.

Empty handed I leave.