No longer noticing airplanes over your house, it’s lonely these days.
The sky is empty. Only two pink clouds and a few lost sunrays.
Used to imagine that planes were stars guarding your thoughts.
Wished on a shooting hope but it didn’t work.
Horizon is covered in blank spots. A goddamn mirage.
The view out of my window seemed picturesque back then.
For a stranger passing it looked like a dollhouse, time and again.
Now the walls are too pale and the dust settles on my skin.
I’m pulling my hand away from the trigger so often –
Not often enough, much to my own chagrin.
The sunset feels Photoshopped, and I don’t know what to say.
For the first time I wanted to take your hand, I wanted to stay.
Now my foolish body is filled with butterflies with nowhere to run.
We might not have the stars or the airplanes, and screw that –
I really wish that I’m still the only one.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 