I folded a paper plane today,
Creased with the pain you conveyed;
It floated on a turbulent breeze
Among hundreds of desperate pleas.

I watched the last sunrise without you ~
Like sunset, because my world went askew;
On top of it all my paper plane crashed,
Because notepaper and the sky always clashed.

I wonder now if my hands drenched in sweat
Left in place this unquenchable debt.
So let's watch as our pained paper planes collide;
But don't let the sunrise and sunset divide.

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• Date written: March 5, 2018 • Word Count: 85 • Line Count: 12 • Stanza Count: 3 •