flown

what do you do when you cross the sea without me?

on this warm night, I stand outside in the blue dark. 

I wear a bathrobe over my pajamas

and old crocs that are faded purple

I look to the clear sky above

the stars are bright 

the moon is just a sliver 

and from the west I see a plane.

it cuts through the sky like a knife

and if I listen close, I can hear it whir 

it carries you far away from me. 

it's strangely peaceful, 

and mystically bittersweet

to watch you dive into the darkness shrouding the east. 

I lay down in my driveway 

letting the night coat me in feeling

I begin to wave at the sky

to wave at you

as if you'll see me from 30,000 feet

out that tiny window

if you even got a window seat. 

I miss you, even though you've only just left

I know it will hurt even more

the day you leave forever

and cross the sea one final time

never coming back

but for now

I feel something more powerful than pain

this is love.