How high are you?

This winged thing only goes

just above the clouds

not near enough to

you.

My heart aches

but has become manageable

like the tears

from missing you.

So many times

I find you in rhymes

long before the ink dries

on a blank page

just waiting to be filled

with you.

I’m buckled in just in case

this flight becomes

more than bargained for

but I’m ready to pay the price

just to be close once more

to you.