He said that it smelled like an airplane;
Like jet fuel and stale, forced air,
And something else intangible.
Maybe it was excitement,
Or anxiety,
Or something else entirely.
An escape.
I closed my eyes,
Let the sun from the moon-roof wash over my face,
Pictured I was on an airplane –
My favorite place –
Taking me somewhere, anywhere.
A place of new beginnings,
New friends,
New possibilities.
An escape.
When I woke from my reverie,
I was grounded back in the car with him,
Driving aimlessly to a destination,
As per usual.
But the scent still lingered,
And it took me away.
An escape.
-LRHMJ