Maybe
the wings of the plane cut across the view of the ground. my head tilts up, down and side to side - filling in the blank spaces with maybe’s. i wonder if you were somewhere beneath me, if you felt the shadow of the plane pass overhead. maybe something in you made you look up when i flew past. maybe a sudden feeling pulled your attention towards the cloudy sky. maybe it was when you walked out to throw away the trash or run to get groceries. maybe you have a new dog, and when it looked up, so did you. maybe you found a new girlfriend who spotted a bird and you noticed the plane instead. maybe there was a chance that we saw each other again. maybe. the list of maybe’s go on and on, just as they do in my mind. but the most reasonable maybe is - that maybe you didnt look up. maybe there was no sudden feeling in you. maybe you stepped outside a minute too late. maybe there is no new dog. maybe you noticed the bird instead. maybe. every time the plane...
