Saturday 14 March 2020

I see you

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.

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