Plane

Going Up

There’s another plane that I’ll ride
and only I know where I’m going
and without reason I can’t think
and your lies won’t let me sleep.
This early morning sunshine
gets sucked into the wall
where perhaps we might draw from it
when we are well into the storm.
Why won’t you love me?
Or let me walk you home?
Or at least let me watch you……
walk out of my life?