We descend over the city long after nightfall
I look for her eyes in the lights below
I think perhaps I can spot them
if I look closely
I am faster through the airport than the old folks and the children
Watch for my bags with a heart beating through my chest
Smile at the dogs on duty
And oh what joy
She is not a dream
but flesh and blood and world in a pinpoint
She is just as I have left her
The only soul who has ever been beautiful under fluorescent white
The only soul who has ever drawn joy from me in the airport
And oh what joy
She is not a dream
She is mine
May 26, 2025
May 26, 2025 at 4:38 AM UTC
We descend over the city long after nightfall
I look for her eyes in the lights below
I think perhaps I can spot them
if I look closely
I am faster through the airport than the old folks and the children
Watch for my bags with a heart beating through my chest
Smile at the dogs on duty
And oh what joy
She is not a dream
but flesh and blood and world in a pinpoint
She is just as I have left her
The only soul who has ever been beautiful under fluorescent white
The only soul who has ever drawn joy from me in the airport
And oh what joy
She is not a dream
She is mine
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