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.