Meet Me in Switzerland

It’s been so long since I last saw 

the faces that I used to know 

But now you’re near, so close to me— 

a hundred miles is just a throw. 

I hope you mean it when you say, 

“Meet me in Switzerland, if only for a day.” 

I booked my ticket months ago 

assured I’d use it soon enough. 

Never have I wanted more to 

travel o’er rough skies, seas, and bluff. 

I grin and blush as joy gives way, 

“Meet me in Switzerland, if only for a day.” 

You’ve stopped, it seems, to correspond— 

No letters yet, this month or last. 

But I only meet stranger nows; 

I need to read back on our past. 

I can’t continue in this way— 

Meet me in Switzerland, if only for a day. 

I haven’t heard your voice in years, 

Your pen, your words, 3 months or more. 

I dream we speak most everyday; 

I need to have this plan in store. 

I plead with you: Don’t stray, just stay 

and meet me in Switzerland, if only for a day.

I drank my lattes, tea, then juice. I ate 6 scones awaiting you. 

The cafe’s closed, I helped them sweep

Then packed my bag and left, withdrew. I

must’ve known that you’d betray to meet

me in Switzerland, if only for a day.