I search the sky for airplanes,
hoping you will leave a plane
and fly down with your wings
so we can be together again
with my arms all around you
draped in gold and silver robes
with the taste of Piper-Heidsieck
on our tongues.
The stars in your eyes will shine
a light for me to find you in the
hidden world of shadowland.
We’ll never say goodbye again.
Moments before you died—
you uttered: I will wait for you.