I see the plane
overhead
as she departs.
the silver
wings,
aglow in twilight.
the red
tail light
blinking, a beacon
of sorts.
I wave my hand
towards
the crush of stars
against the indigo sky.
it doesn't long
until she's out of sight.
she'll come back
and i'll be here
waiting.
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