Changed Destinations

Changed Destinations

By Cleve Taylor

Waiting for my plane, an hour to be killed

Dreading the trip to see Granny put to ground

While seated at the bar drinking my fill

Soft sobs intruded my sorrow, near-muted unhappy sounds

*

Three tables over a girl softly cried, her drink untouched

How dare she, I thought, sorrow being my exclusive right

Unfeeling I glared at her until she felt my stare

And raised her eyes to mine and melted my heart that night

*

I joined her and she reached for my hand and murmured

So sorry, so sorry, she said, but I can see you understand

I was to meet my fiancé, but he just called off our wedding

Said it was for the best, for he loves another man

*

Now, now, patting her hand while feeling my ardor grow

Feeling her emotions telegraphed through her hand

Perhaps in the long run it is for the best, you know

For a woman such as you, surely there's another man

*

We exchanged phone numbers and both agreed to call

Both realizing that for each other we each did fall

We boarded our flights both giddy and happily moon-struck

And just as she promised she did call

*

And now we are married, a marriage made after a meeting by chance

In a drink, in a lounge, in an airport we found love, love and romance