Last time you talked he had a beer in
his hand.
he talked about her eyes,
When you kissed you ripped his papers with
your feet.

but he is home sleeping now,
While you wait for a plane to take you 500 miles away.


When you’re a child waiting
For the plane feels like an eternity.
When you’re on it doesn’t even feel like it’s moving.

you wonder why it isn’t enough to fall asleep on their shoulder during a 40 minute plane ride.


You grip the arm rests,
Squeeze your eyes shut,
And you want to run and tell him,
You know all the things he knows now,
So he can love you, like he loves her.