The Plane Feeling

I get this feeling every time I board a plane like maybe I forgot something;
something I need;
something I’ll be devastated to find myself without when I reach
my destination.
I unpack my backpack in a panic, searching for answers,
but all my possessions are there
— book, notebook, stuffed animal —
I know there’s something I’ve mistakenly
left behind.
I retrace my last steps through the empty house to the packed car but nothing
is displaced.
The fear holds onto me until we reach the hotel and then I realize what I
left behind.
It’s. . . me.

Published by Ellianna Elizabeth

I am an American-Swati TCK and I love writing, culture, and music.

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