I’m sorry I delivered you so late to the airport.
I did not anticipate that level of traffic
nor the street fairs and revolutions
that seemed to pepper our way
to your terminal destination.

I did not think the car would have so much trouble
going over 15 miles an hour.
It rarely has a chance to open up like that in the city.
I thought the service at Rao’s would be faster, too,
I swear.

I’m sorry the trip took so long
and that I tripped over all your baggage
and how I had so much metal on me
while walking you to the gate.
I wanted to help you.
I hoped to be caring.

I was, you know: caring. 
I cared too much
about your departure
and was too invested in your trip.
I was lackluster in taking you to Delta
because I didn’t want you to go.

I thought, perhaps,
I could delay your departure
and keep you with me a little longer.
I simply did not anticipate
the airline’s incompetence
would dwarf mine.

So I’m glad you got your plane
and I hope you have a safe trip
and wish you will come back
real soon.