Return by Ching Lin

my heart takes flight
up and down, over around
it flies...
my heart cannot hide.
it feels his presence
it knows what's coming.
my strings of conscience
tightens.
in 33 hours
my heart precociously falters,
as the sight of the flight tower
approaches.
it bumps,
thumps,
and lands.
into his carrier arms,
it finds itself
Ensconced.