Whispering voices, happy places.
I stand, remembering how we laughed, how we joked.
How we drank, how we smoked.
Engines starting, planes taxiing out
Warmups at the end of the runway.
The approach is clear.
Line up.
Take off.
Climbing, looking, flying,
remembering what you taught me.
Being here,
the memory of you haunts me.
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