May 2012
Fly.
A simple word, yet one that can mean many different things.
An insect, the zipper of your jeans,
Aeroplanes.
and when I think of aeroplanes, I think of the sky, that vast huge sprawl of never ending blue above us.
The pool of blue that we gaze at while lying on our backs, on the muddy grass in the park.
Just lying there, not thinking but dreaming.
The word fly can mean many things, and can remind you of lots of stuff, if you think hard enough.
I remember how light grey eyes contrasted with the azure blue canvas above our heads, I remember our fingers stretching out, gently, slowly, till they touch tentatively.
But mostly, I remember you.
As I sit and stare out the window, your face can't seem to get out of my mind. It's one of those days where you do lots of thinking and unwittingly waste much precious time.
I wonder how one person can remain in my mind for so long. I guess you never really left me, after all.
