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My thoughts started racing;
Could it be? We’re going on the same flight?
He passed by me…his smell was as refreshing as a summer breeze
But when we reached the gates, I went right and he went left.
Sadness and disappointment showed when our eyes met.
I sat on the chair feeling blue;
How did I get attached to someone I have never known
Someone I met by chance, and yet I felt like I’d known him forever?
It was then when I saw him looking at me through the glass–
My eyes smiled before my lips, he waved at me;
I waved back…then he disappeared.
That was when I got back to reality.
I consider him as a beautiful sculpture,
Like the “Statue of David.”
I can watch it and get inspired by its beauty,
But I can’t have it…not for myself.
It will remain in the museum,
But his picture will be carved in my mind.
I believed he was the love that inspired me,
And for me he will be a sculpture created by an artist
So I wrote those words for him,
And he became the “Statue of David at the Airport.”
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