Plane

Put my girl on a plane today and said goodbye. Not for forever, but for a while. Going off to a new place; caught up in the rat race. She says, “I wish I could live a life free from this.” I wish she could too, but ’til then I’ll miss seeing her face when I wake to the day; holding her close as night gives way.

Bills keep on coming and so we must work, but are we working to live or living to work?

I miss you my sweet, remember my kiss. And know from my heart how much you’ll be missed.

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