Light matter.

The windowpane is pulling in 

a new hope inside lightspeed

and the distance never mattered to me.

I recalled you saying you could feel everything

so I turned down the air and radio and listened to you breathe.

When the bend pulls around and I drop into the dark

its heavier now at the bottom 

and I wish you all well

When we reconcile the shapes we drew in primary school,

learning to get comfortable in our seats,

will you believe me?

I picked a color took a picture through that window six times a year.

I put away the positives and let them all align.

Foreign flying faster, only once I saw them fly by.

Godspeed come save me if you have the time.

I do wait for you.