I wish I could rewind time and avoid falling.
I wish I could pick the right gate onto the right plane.
Because every night I heard you calling.
And I would answer again and again because I was insane.

As the pilot of the plane, I managed the flight.
You were the wind beneath my wings.
Everything about us felt so right.
But there were little things.

It was cloudy and I was deluded.
The wind had pressure and brought it upon me.
Both wings broke off and were losing altitude every second.
I knew I had to let it be.

"Enjoy the on-flight entertainment"
as they had said in delight.
But there no way of gaining gravity's containment.
There was no way of saving my flight.

Every seat is meant to be used as a flotation device.
Your decision was not mine to decide.
And when it came for my seat to float like ice.
It did not work work, they lied, and felt like I could have died.

That plane is like my heart, now just debris.
"It's not you, It's me. I'm just not ready"
I look back to see my own stupidity.
I cried and pleaded. I wanted the plane to be steady.

I feel like the altitude in not better after you crash.
I feel like I'm descending below sea level.
I know you did not think I was trash.
But did you, the wind, even care a little.