Red Eye

I'm on the next flight to Europe.

The closer I get, the harder it is

to hear your voice, screaming

You'll fall apart without me.

I can't feel love distend

the belly, or taste your sweat

this high in the sky.

You were too afraid

to be swept off your feet,

now you can only watch

as mine dance in the clouds.

I am flying to find myself.

Yes, I'm running again,

but this time it's home at the end.

I'm on the next flight to Europe,

so you'll never find me again.

Red Eye, 2025.

by claudia jean. written in ink. Substack collection.

Vagabond laments the struggle and empowerment of living and moving on. As a leaver by trade, the narrator make their exit in a dramatic way. Taking back their true nature, this is poem trades love for freedom.