It’s been 3 absolutely endless
months
of missed phone calls,
pictures texted back and forth
of our lives,
and living with half a heart.
Gone from being super glued together
to 8 hours apart,
my pulse increases
every inch you fly closer
prepared for our reunion
and lengthy list of plans
attempting to fit in
a year worth of missed memories
into our short month
until your plane is back in the air—

but instead of left crying
behind security
to drive home through impaired vision,
I will finally
be sat next to you,
high in the sky,
on our way to your new home.