I see you
in how the light on the
end of the wing
becomes the moon for the
night.
I see you in how the
pillow rests beside my seat.
I see you flash
by curtains between the
cabin ends
as the woman beside me
rests her head
on her man.
The clicks of tray tables
are cold
and seatbelt signs
are idiotic.
I miss you.
I taste your tongue
in the more unique hallucinations
of sleeplessness.
I feel it all
in the jolts of the plane,
and know the reach of the
grief of our parting
in quiet moments
when all the lights
are out.
