I left her standing at the airport,
I couldn't go through with it.
My phone vibrated ferociously in my pocket over and over.
Wondering and dying inside from the question of why I kept ignoring her frantic calls.
But I kept hitting the ignore button every time her name, picture and number popped up on my blackberry.
It was painful.
It wasn't that I didn't want to see her,
Or that I didn't want to give her one last kiss or hug,
There isn't a reason.
Maybe I didn't want her to see me in the state that I was in.
It wasn't me who was standing at the airport.