Sights From an Airplane Window.

The blues of the sea, sting her dark brown eyes

As she battles with the undying memory… of me

 

I imagine I can see her, swimming in blue

Out of this clouded airplane window

 

But she is gone, too far below

Battling with the memory, of me

 

The airs are turbulent, as was our love

The day we said goodbye

 

She loved the beach, she once told me

But never did she take me there

 

“Only when I know,” she spoke through tears

That just like that blue, or love is true

 

I dreamed of the sand, beneath our feet

The call of the seagulls, so far off at sea

 

I wished for her hands, so warm in mine

As we danced to the song, of ocean tides

 

I held her last night, so tight in my arms

But morning brings romance, to an end

 

“Go,” She had whispered, regret in her eyes

“You are no good for me.”

 

With no self value, so begged me to leave

An angel in distress, with cuts beneath her sleeves

 

And so I left, my summer fairy

To face every memory… of me

 

The tears of regret, still sting my eyes

As I battle with the memory… of the sea