That goodbye felt wrong—
               too soon,
             unfinished,

     like the end of a story…

     that wasn’t ready to stop.

So I rewrote the script,
     extended the stay,
     found a reason—
     important reason, (of course)

     to linger one more day.

Tonight,
     I’ll shake hands,
     smile wide,
     say all the right things
      to all the right people,

     but the real reward waits after,
     wrapped up— in seeing her again.

One more evening.

One more laugh.

One more kiss.

One more chance to pretend goodbyes don’t exist.

Schedules were made to be broken,
  flights were meant to be changed…

     because the best stories—

     are always the ones rewritten on the fly.

If changing flights,
   and adjusting schedules—

     is madness…

        madness _might_ be my favorite kind of romance.