I left with the moon in the sky

visible from my plane window.

Hoping that it's telling me,

my tears are each being counted

and will be repaid with days,

with nights, with time, with you.

Four hours alone with my thoughts,

of despair and agonizing heart.

Each time turning, to see that familiar smile.

Forgive me love for crying,

for being frayed...

Goodbyes with you wreck me.