A poem for the highflyers

The Pilot

Over the brown blood print duvet
your eyes looked beyond
my body
through the window
out of the frame.
I was twenty,
you were leaving.

You’re noisy
you said,
in bed.
When you left
my tears
were soundless
my ears
straining to hear
the whoosh of your wings.

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4 thoughts on “A poem for the highflyers

  1. Yey! Very excited to have you post 🙂
    This is gorgeous. I especially like:
    your eyes looked beyond
    my body
    through the window
    out of the frame

    Reminds me of all those sad moments when you can see that the person you are with wants something beyond you.

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