The steady hum of the plane

Lulls my thoughts- the storm inside calming

It’s pitch black out

The only light being the blinking on the wings

I rest my forehead against the window

The below freezing air outside is cool against my skin

It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust

Each little star appearing in my vision

I saw two shooting stars

I couldn’t help but wish you were there to see them

You being the first thought in my mind

“He would’ve thought that was cool”

“He likes the stars;

He says I remind him of them”

I pull my face away from the window

Laying it against the wall instead

Nothing can tear me out of this peaceful calm;

This careful quiet of thinking about you