as i wait for the plane to take off
i cant help thinking about all the
strangers, going to the same place
all with a different story.

there could be a man who lost
his son in a plane crash and
it is his first time flying
since.

there could be a woman who
is leaving because this city
is too small for her big ideas and
wild heart.

but there is me, who keeps thinking
the longer i am on this plane the
further i am from you and my heart is
starting to hurt more, the further we fly.