flight

as the plane
lifts
impossibly
from the ground
and the flight
attendant
brings me
another bag
of nuts,
another round,
i look out
the window
near the tilted
wings and
wonder why
i married you
in the first
place.
we never
got off
the ground,
and if we did,
it was mere few
feet before
the crash and
burn.
but we bought
the ticket,
we stowed away
the bags,
we planned,
and marked out
on a map
a life
we thought we
had, but no.
so now i fly
alone,
the plane has
risen, it's
in the clouds,
it's so high
i can barely see
the town
you live in,
and that's a
good thing,
full speed ahead.