Quality Time

Planning packing checking fretting

To get away for a few days

To escape the tyranny of the clock

To not differentiate Tuesday from Wednesday

Getting into the all too familiar queues

I feel a thrill of guilty pleasure 

I'm not the busy frequent flyer today

I'm flying only for leisure

There's no hurry in the security line

Let it make its serpentine path

I have no poison to gulp down today

I'm on holiday, I have time

I'm free, I need not feel guilty 

Of thinking about me

My attention is all yours

And I'm ready to indulge in anything you choose

Finally I can give you time

And we will squeeze happiness

Out of every moment we spend together

I will justify the way I've chosen in life

And as we lift off the ground

I feel my excitement mount

And then we see the postcard view

My eyes shine as I look at you...

My heart twists into a million knots

The excitement in my eyes is not reflected in yours

Are you really not moved by nature's art

Or is it not fashionable to show you have a heart?

Or am I the fashionista here

Bartering years of pre-occupation

With a few days of designed care

Only to go back and get caught

In the whirlwind where I lost you first?