i used to sit at the park with you
watched together the sky change hue
and we imagined clouds like tarts
counted airplanes, kites and stars
remember how we loved
all the things we pointed up
planes and birds and kites and stars
and all the clouds that looked like tarts
i, as you, still love the memories
but now airplanes are my enemies
because, "airplanes," to you i say
"they always take you away."
