In Flight
Floating 30,000 feet
thinking about her.
No contact again—
good mornings,
I love yous,
sweet dreams,
what are you up to’s,
hellos—
nothing.
So many days
we were the first and last thoughts
of one another.
I sit in aisle seat 26D
sipping a $9 Vodka and Sprite
focusing on her,
fighting the desire to look at pics,
when a curly haired window seat boy
of about four
opens the window shade
points and says,
still in the sky!
He is right,
even after touching down,
some of us
will still be stuck there.
Horror Sleaze Trash 