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
I miss you.
I taste your tongue
in the more unique hallucinations
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