I'm in this plane, going home to you,
I know, I know, it's nothing new.
Yet, when I'm 40,000 feet up in the air,
It makes me remember how the wind swept away our hair.
Screaming our deepest and darkest fears,
It felt like the world had lent us its ears.
Feeling content when we're all finished and done with it,
Panting, as we stare at the sky that's brightly lit.
Home is where I never want to part,
Knowing that I created friendships that can be compared to beautiful art.
Yearning for something we all wanted,
Was right there all along, never parted.
//I wrote a short poem whilst I'm literally 40,000 feet up in the air. I hope you enjoyed it, because there might be more poems coming your way. 😊
serenitsukki 🌌
