you're my plane-ride pal
i only read about you
ocassioanlly hear from you
but it's not you
not how you are with them

how many years now?
two
but i've only heard you say hello
four times
and im afraid to say it back

it hurts my morale
to know
you could go
any time
and i wont know

a friendship left to my imagination
except you're not a dream
maybe a nightmare
one i've grown to love
and embrace as myself

you enjoy to travel
but find it a chore to see me
warping in and out
of conversation
like a ghost trying not to ghost

you love the anonymity
like a shield
against emotion
i've seen them break before
and when it does, my dear

i'll be around