January 8th, 2023
On my flight to California, I thought of you, by d.s.l

The mists of people that blows like winds across the plains

Lines upon lines of empty stomach and full luggages

 

In this place are stranger people and stranger rules 

Where my water was left behind but the lotion was allowed to fly

 

There was a cafe by the terminal 

A place where deafness was granted to me

 

I took out my book and read to you 

Sitting across from me with your coffee

 

Proust sang his songs to us 

While you laughed at my attempt at French

 

I hate flying and I hate this place

But you can still make it so comforting 

 

Will we ever travel again

Or will I only travel to you in dreams?

 

I got the window seat but someone took it from me

They leaned across to me and spread their arms over mine

 

I wanted to say something but then I saw your face

In this cramped place, I would gladly give you my space

 

How can I fight you when I see your eyes?

Your deep dark eyes that soothe all conflicts 

 

That smile that turns loneliness into loveliness

I miss your smile and I miss you more

 

Today I fly with you but one day I will fly to you 

For wherever you are, I cannot run away from you 

 

Winters will come and summer will fade away

But there won’t be a day that you are not with me to stay