The rain ever so forgetful had left small mirrors on the runway after she had gone,
I could look down to look up and see clouds in the sky like a doorway through the tarmac
but all I wanted to see was your face one more time.
running down the asphalt the jet creaked and shuddered as if it were about to fall apart,
it felt just like my heart
As we took to the air, the noise of the engine was almost enough to drown out my thoughts of you,
but only almost.
With every flash of white from the clouds we’d run through, there flashed a memory of you.