You’ll catch me on a plane,
to a place far away
where people might know my name from before,
or see me as someone who is from a place far away.
It won’t make sense for you or for I,
the fear of the unknown being seen from both sides.
Every time we talk,
you’ll ask the same questions that have answers that changed ever so slightly,
and you won’t notice at all because it wasn’t really that important, was it?
You’ll catch me on a place,
to a place far away
that is nothing like the last,
that you do not understand.
Houses that were never really my home,
friends that never really knew me or my book no matter how many times it was told,
streets that were always “new” and never really familiar enough to say I could walk the path blindfolded.
Water that was clean,
always.
But sometimes was too needed and needed too much,
too much to give and too little to spare.
You’ll catch me on a plane,
to a place far away
that doesn’t quite fit on the pin board,
the red string too short to reach there.
The music always matches the mood,
wherever and whenever,
some songs still on repeat and some new for a motivation movement.
Candles burning,
no scent not used to revive memories.
Moments of today’s thoughts and tangerines
thrown into the wax as a time capsule,
sealed to only be used in due course.
You’ll catch me on a plane,
to a place far away
where people might know my name from before,
or see me as someone who is from a place far away.
(By Claire Gitner ’29)