The Pilot Still Aches for the Sky

The Pilot Still Aches for the Sky

Some nights I ache for you to be next to me,

translation: I miss you.

Translation: I think about coming home to you.

Translation: I love you more than the plane, train, or automobile it would take to get to you,

And baby, I sleep next to your t-shirt when I miss you.

The love of my life is an ellipses away.

I find myself sinking to the bottom of a river of red wine, wishing it would wash me to him.

My love, why are you so far away?

Why would the cosmos tie us together with such a gap between us?

The bed is too big without you in it.

If I could fold the space time continuum onto itself just to be closer to you I would.

And maybe that’d change our future,

every decision does,

but what good is a future if you don’t enjoy the now?

How can someone walk into your life and make you feel like you own the universe when you’ve felt so small for so long?

You are the forgotten song that lulls me to sleep, and maybe,

I am California dreaming,

but there’s never been a sunset more beautiful than the ones I’ve seen with you.

And maybe this poem isn’t much of a poem after all,

maybe it’s just a love letter,

masquerading as a poem,

because the poem and the person who writes it are one in the same,

whatever it is, it’s for you.

Its always been.