The movement of that giant piece of metal, sailed so effortlessly like a boat on calm water. They dove and ducked behind mountains, soared across homes, and flew with the birds... but at one time or another she knew they would have to crash in order to get their feet back on the ground.
You flew her heart straight into the ground and crushed her very insides with those tiny propeller blades, shredding her heart all across the runway. And with each gust of wind she would be taken farther and farther away from you... She was another passenger to you, she had gone along for your short ride; and was left to claim her own baggage. I guess it really was only a "one way" ticket to loneliness.
I walked passed her again today, she still sits in that very same spot I first saw her many months ago. Yet somehow the weather has changed and all is lost amongst the clouds. A plane goes by and a tiny tear falls from her painsaken eye, and as it falls to her hands I see a tiny piece of paper. It was her ticket from their first flight together... Her mind and soul are lost, wandering amongst the clouds; as the planes fly by, she traces her fingers along their structures, trying to remember what it felt like to really touch something...