Dorothy

A smile on his face, he says he’ll carry on, can’t turn away, a horizon once bright, he'll navigate the bones, whatever path is right, he could take a plane, where love comes from, it once flew his way, the gesture's not kind, he could cry but won't, how can you make light, why love works this way, he’ll never understand, not here on the runway, within a city's sight, there's hardly a sound, his eyes question why, bets he cannot make, won't take him far, nothing more to gain, just go back home.