Above the clouds,
    distance grows,

    but so too does the pull……
    toward what's left behind.

The seatbelt tightens,
    but it's nothing
    compared to the hold—

    of those stolen moments.

Your laughter still
    echoing in my ears,
    filling the spaces,

    lifting me higher than any plane could fly.

The wheels lift,
    the city shrinks,
    and your presence—

    larger than life

    fills the cabin,
        my thoughts,
           my heart.

This isn't goodbye.

It's the start of a new countdown,
    to when the skies will bridge us—
                                     again.