The card gets folded into
a paper plane,
But paper planes don't prepare you
for the real thing.
The deafening roar of the engine
and the word "goodbye"
is what really made my ears ache.
I promise you, it has nothing to do
with science or air pressure.
And cookies taste stale
like airplane food,
sitting alone in the lunchroom.
I can't breathe, all of the sudden,
because I'm not really here,
but floating, thousands of feet above myself.
Saying goodbye is the airplane
that never ever lands.