The gentle hum of the airplane passing by
Is loud at the beginning
But then it gets so faint that I have to strain myself to hear it.
It's there for a while and then it gets fainter and fainter,
Until it just disappears.

And when I look up at the sky,
It just looks perfectly normal and clear with no trace of the airplane
Like the airplane never flew through it,
Like it never existed,
Like the gentle hum was all just an illusion.

And that faded away plane reminds me of you,
How the sound was gentle and loud in the beginning,
Like our conversation when we first started talking,
And then it was gentle and started to fade away,
Getting fainter and fainter with every passing moment,
Exactly how you slipped away from me.

Until there was nothing left except memories.
And then I start to question whether they even existed, and
Did we really used to talk or did I just dream about that?

And now the memories are like the airplane.
Gentle and loud,
And then they get fainter,
Harder to remember,
Slipping away slowly,
Until there's nothing left.
And then you just remember the airplane vaguely but any other memories of it have faded away into nothing.

She walks the dark alley alone,  
Tears in her eyes.  
Touching the small bump on her belly,  
Thankful she can still see her thighs.
Baby daddy gone missing
No more kissing
It's time to decide this decision she'd been dismissing.
69 Ruby Drive.
She knocks, slowly walks inside
Looks left, looks right
A rickety little table,
One not so bright hanging tiny light
A man with a face she can hardly see
Walks over, touching her belly
She cringes, but doesn't move
"It's not too late, but we gotta do this soon"
His voice is small for his large frame,
He pulls out his tools like he's playing a game,  
Lines the metallic instruments in a neat little row
"Come on sugar, you ready to go?"
Removing her pants,  she lays down,  
The little table makes a loud creaking sound
He works his tools, like he does this everyday,  
Ripping and tearing another life away.
Closing her eyes,  she pictures something else
A happy place away from this hell,  
She was given no choice it seems
Beautiful girl of only fifteen,  
How long it seems to her,  she was only a child
Carefree and innocent,
Boys,  they came and went
Now she's here,  killing a small life.
"All done!" he says with a smile and a final twist of his knife.
She knows there's pain,  somewhere under there,  
But she feels nothing as she quickly puts on her underwear.  
"A hundred dollars please little girl"
He says as he washes away the smallest soul she'd ever seen
Handed him the *** of bills as if in a dream
"Thanks" he says as she quickly runs out the door
Thinking she's just another *****,
More tears slowly release from her eyes,  
Telling herself she cannot cry,  
But the dam bursts for that little life she should have put first
A child all her own,  she'll never come to know
With no where left to call home
She walks the dark alley alone.