I’m on this flight from LAX,
I scramble quick to read your text
Before my phone is forced to quit,
And then I have to face this shit.
“Goodbye” is never fun to say,
But I have never felt this way –
I feel like I have left behind
A part of me, so intertwined.
Now I’m Pacific Ocean blue,
Bluer than I thought I knew;
I’ll listen to these songs so black,
But know that they won’t take me back.
I sit here, helpless, on a plane,
These feelings hard to just contain –
I never thought I’d grow so close
To people who now seem like ghosts.
This plane will land somewhere and then
I’ll go back home, and once again
I’ll think of you and what you did
To bring out things which I had hid;
And then in me a thought will grow –
The thought that I may never know
Your touch again, the touch that healed
And good abstruse in me revealed.
And purple now does me amaze,
The purple of the skies ablaze
And of the flowers in the court
At our petite west-coast resort.
I’d live through smog and sweat and pain
To spend a day with you again –
To spend a day with anyone
That changed my life below the sun.
Although Pacific Ocean blue,
I feel a light pervade the dew
Because, although they’re miles away,
They are a part of me each day.
