Airplanes and Biscuits
It is time for me to stop meddling in other people's business.
Time for me to stop chasing after airplanes
and biscuits.
I've got my own planes to fly
to the stars.
For too long now,
I thought yours were better,
that where you were going was more exciting
than where I was going.
Now I know better.
I was wrong.
We both were.
Standing on that beach in La Jolla
plotting dreams
that would never come true.
The sand beneath my feet
slipping away
as I held on to you.
What was I holding?
That house on the hill is gone,
slipped into the ocean,
long ago,
driftwood.
Yes,
it is all gone,
except for the stars.
You didn't take those with you.
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