window
seat
i want to go somewhere
with you
a bumpy bus ride
the delayed flight
it's all ok
if that's my travel stub you're holding.
i want to go somewhere
with you
our thighs crushed together in economy
airline food drives me straight for appendectomy
it's all ok
if those are your fingers i'm holding.
i want to go somewhere
with you
and fight for the window seat
then fall asleep on your shoulder
just in time they're serving these things they dare call dinner.
i want to go somewhere
with you
my ears are popping from the cabin pressure
and i've seen these in-flight movies, three times each
it's all ok
if those are your shoes i keep accidentally kicking.
i want to go somewhere
with you
rack up the odometer
chat up a stranger
and watch you seethe in jealousy
i want to go somewhere
with you
the blurry sights
the cold cold nights
giant tree silhouettes
and a rare corvette
can i stare at you instead?
i want to go somewhere
with you
the beach, the cities, wherever
i just want an excuse
to sit quietly next to you.
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