I miss airports with you
wearing the wrong shoes
like we never had a clue, no

I miss saying I would switch seats
just so you’d say no, stay
and I’d still be incomplete

the moment before tired,
you were coffee wired then
waiting to say when

but leaving couldn’t change a thing
we lived in the binds of a fling
feet fatigued carpet way of life

wheels down, it was just fine
we were out of the intertwine
back to waiting in lines

back of your coat in front of me
cabin air throat,
I loved you most.