It’s something in the way I’m drawn to you
like how gravity draws us to the earth
as if the ground wanted us so close
that it would pull us back whenever we were too far
and in that moment, I understood
how jealous was the world when we learned to fly
the moment your plane took off
and took you out from my arms　

I met you as a whisper
a soft
and quiet word
misunderstood,
desperate
for some deaf ear
to finally hear the truth
of all you were meant to be.