Watching jet planes

Watching jet planes
Flying towards yesterdays
Wondering what it holds
Receipts piling past
Recording deceptively
A guardian for seven days
Growling at strangers and friends equally
Judging lethargic proposals
Degrees of clarity
Shots at second chances
Spinning the bottle
Caring not where the chamber points
Burning intent ions
Understanding the broken hearted
Destroying everything started
Crashing down dejected
Wanting hope restarted
Tenderness is fleeting
Knowing the unlikely
Linking the parted
Watching jet planes
Flying towards tomorrows
Knowing what it holds
Clarity piling up
Erasing in honesty
A sentinel at the door
Judging viewpoints
A bottle pointing at a door
Standing among the broken
All the cast a ways
Holding hands tenderly
Smiling ephemerally
Gluing the shreds together
Shinny public grin
Knowing where it goes
Looking at departures
And arrivals