Leaving

An inner thread caught she didn't want to feel.

When he closed the door he thought she was clear.

Through. Not unravelling all the way to the airport -

tripping travellers whose thoughts were elsewhere.

Her heart was the first to go, 

through customs it wasn't even seen; 

an endless ream in the slipstream tying continents together.

When those wheels touched reality's daughter smiled

but just before the arrivals door spat her out, it caught.

Taut as cat-gut, she couldn't move.

Meters from a worthless hug.