I boarded the plane
and looked out the window.
Slipdown rain rivulets
crisscrossed the blank-faced pane.
Beyond, stark trees shook limbs
at the cold, grey sky.

Your prickle sting goodbye
buzz lingered on my lips;
My one-way boarding pass
tight crumpled in my palm.

Square wheels against cobblestone
shuddered down the runway;
With a rasping roar
the plane lifted into the air.

I lifted up, up, up,
slicing through shifting fog
and heavy clouds. Above
the filamentous terra firma,
I shade down
slammed the sun.