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.

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