Yield.

We booked our souls another flight
 to a land thats foreign to much of sight.
We lingered far from our connection,
 to find what else we can add to our collections,
but what was found was more neglections  and sought after seats that had already been selected.

I read more magazines while you escaped in your music,
while we sat parallel like strangers
 looking through heads tracing their lines and hoping ours would aline.
I scooted to the loo looking for signs of relief in your eyes,
 but they were as lost as the pilot's sinking into the sky.

I yielded once I won't do it again, you must wait for now
while my heart pumps its breaks,
 it's engine gives way for unforeseen kick-jumps,
 that might come its way.

I yielded once I won't do it again, so why don't you drive on and leave me at bay.
I'll put it in neutral so you won't misunderstand,
 but darling its my right-of-way
so yield once in your span and see what kind of man you once had planned.

-M