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From thirty thousand feet

I’m contemplating what

I probably shouldn’t be

wrapped in airplane lies

I’m drawn up by a cord

hung up by your window glass

Confident and over you…as

my lips frame your name again

It’s not like I mean to follow you,

it just happens all the time

When I turn a corner in this flight

your sweet sound hangs from clouds

Somehow as my lungs elevate

I pull more of your echoes

from my solemn company

so many miles in the air

I’m stiff with overthinking

and I’m looking for a reason

for something else to settle

instead of airplane lies