Rapunzel

I waited for you,
On the tarmac at six.
I watched your plane land,
And my breath paused,
With a hitch.

After so long,
You were finally here.
I have so much to tell you,
And so much more to hear.

But then the dream snaps,
And I awaken with a chill.
Reality remains,
A hard-to-swallow pill.

For you are not here,
And I suppose you never were.
You are to Rapunzel,
What the tower is to her.

A means to confine,
Immovable,
Indifferent.

I could never,
And I suppose,
That’s the difference.

For you,
My dear,
Never even existed.

At least,
Not in the way,
I had depicted.