Planes and Goodbyes

Goodbyes are no easier if they're said from 10,500 feet in the air.

They say it's the place where dreams come true, but I'm afraid I disagree.

 The bustling city of Los Angeles,

where your emerald eyes found me.

It was not a dream, nor was it a nightmare.

It was something much worse, something called reality.

Now I'm on this plane as it passes over the glittering Southern California shore.

The man sat beside me is chipper, trying to crack a joke or two.

I wish I could smile, I wish I could laugh,

But all I can feel is the absence of you.

You broke me and I'm trying to pick up the pieces,

but it's impossible when a part of me left when you did.

Author's Note

This is the first poem I've ever written. I'd love your feedback, I can handle constructive criticism.