I'm hoping,
as I close my eyes,
that I might fall away.
This plane seat
would slowly grow warmer.
I'd imagine it holding me
until I'd open my eyes
and realize they were your arms wrapped around me.
Longing carves ridges beneath my eyes
and I allow emptiness to roll onto my neck;
the shadows of when you were here.
I crave that familiar feeling,
as I embrace the tears
running down my cheeks;
the closest things
I can feel to you.
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