PHX to MCO
The dark blue soaks up the yellowy pink of warmth.
Looking over tiny specks of light in some unkown place.
The white haired ladies peak over their spectacles to pass judgement,
and make their next suduko move.
A small stream of faces compared to the typical ocean.
They look tired but play nice for a short chit chat.
Soon the stream will disperse never to come to mind again.
There is now just a glimmer of the day i had to split my heart in two,
and place each piece in its own cage.
Where the halves squirm around and try to be productive until
they can finally be complete again.
