Barcelona Poem by John May

We kissed- her lips departed tight,
Her hand around my waist was weak …
I leaned back in (‘cause love would, right?)
And kissed her hazel cheek.

I whispered how I loved her so-
She mimicked softly what I said.
"My flight is here- I have to go"
… then to the plane she fled.

I wondered, as that thing took flight,
If she would miss me just the same-
Or if she'd sleep content that night
And speak another's name …