there were phone-calls
we both ignored,
when the flights took off
and we left for a country
that was lost in the translation from
words to distances.
one of yours kept trembling on my elbows,
when i leaned over
to watch the sky scatter on the ground-
like a bird that was fluttering
with wounded wings.
i never took off towards you again.
we just kept travelling
until the maps abruptly ended,
and we remained hanging onto each other
by a flimsy excuse of