Airplane Pain

    
As the airplane rose over the horizon, I pictured us.
Sitting in the sticky district heat backs against the wrought iron railing
Our bare feet pressed together mimicking how our bodies often were.

Summer with you felt as cool as a freshly skinned knee.
I sucked air through my gritted teeth after I fell, knowing the pain.

I hated how the scab healed in autumn.
It itched with hesitation and conversation.
The scab had almost healed when winter came.
Thankfully the air was dry and it peeled off again.