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Paper Planes

The card gets folded into

a paper plane,

paper memories,

paper friendship.

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.


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