I didn’t tell you about what happened when the plane landed
I overheard a man comfort a stranger
And looked over the plane wing down on lights of suburban homes
Strewn like stars cast down from the indigo sky
He told her how this city was home to him
In a way I understood too well
It’s like I’ve been dead the past couple of months
The way my father greeted me
You’d think he’d seen a ghost
And our talks lingered on the topic of death
Our grieving happened at the dinner table
Before I had even unpacked
So that is what I couldn’t tell you
That my aunt died
And my father cried
And I cried as the plane landed