My eyes burn from
staring at screens all day.

What I would give
to blister in the sun,

with you, once more
14,000 feet high

above where passenger are allowed to turn back on their devices

above where planes fly.
We were swallowed by the sun

14,000 feet high, no reason
to be anything more than together,

maybe you can help me finish this one
with heads in the cloud, maybe it’s time.