her: 8/14/2019
I am a blip in the sky
flying over every ceremony of good and bad
oblivious to the fact that the world everywhere can see my light
I sit quietly in the dim light over my jumpseat, paging through a novel
someone rings their call light
they want coffee
I maneuver slowly to the back galley to pour them a cup
most passengers are asleep, and we still have an hour to go upon arrival
among me are hundreds of strangers
sleeping in the dark
but i feel very alone
even though I am looked at like I am someone who goes home to a big family and dances with them in the kitchen light
anyone who looked into my eyes a second further would know better than this
they would see that I am a woman who just might call home a dark basement,
and with her little free time, sits in the quiet light listening to novo amour
I am a woman who gives the illusion of sunshine with her bright smile
but is cold and in so much pain
I have gone through deep heartbreak
and I have lost so many friends
but I know I have grown
and there is no going back from that
I wish I knew how to start over with abandon
to go out in the town and meet new people even if it meant getting shattered all over again
to believe that my life truly has “just begun”
and to reach greater heights than what I’ve already laid out for myself
I feel I have become complacent
settling for a dull life, when I know in my heart I am meant for so much more…
suddenly I am taken aback by pockets of turbulence
we are going through a dark cloud
him: narrated by her 8/14/2019
you are stargazing on a mountain one dark summer night
and see me overhead in that plane
of course, you don’t know it’s “me” but, objectively speaking, you see me
your mind starts to wonder
the shape of my head
the color of my eyes
and the way my soul would make yours feel
you can almost picture it..
your friends are all around you but you can’t hear a thing
your eyes are fixed on the plane above, and your heart signals to you something faint
something a thousand miles away
something that you can’t quite unravel into a thought
but you focus on my plane
and you smile
poetry seeping through your lips quietly
is that you on that plane, my dear?
watch me as i shed a tear
you’re a thousand miles away, up there
but can you hear?
i am speaking to you, lovely
i am dying to meet you…
i will kiss away your sadness and bring you the morning sun
using the strength of my arms,
and the diligent love my soul yearns to give yours
so when?
when will it be that i can talk to you?
i guess fate will create the perfect instance
my imagination will not even be able to create our story
but i see you, and i just wanted you to know that
in the darkness of tonight
in the dimness of your light
i see you,
and i love you
as you finish the last of your speech, my plane vanishes behind a cloud
you know without a doubt it was me
and you can’t believe that you know, but you do
