A thousand miles from the ground,
hovering above reality,
I think I can finally see
you slipping away from me.
The clouds have parted ways
wispy tendrils waving
and I let you escape
into the white mountain.
A bittersweet moment,
I see you carrying
the pain, anger, hurt and blame
- parting gifts, taken away -
I've finally got a brand new mind frame.
And as the distance grows
the further behind I leave your ghost.
(It doesn't mean I don't miss you;
sometimes I wonder if you know.)

I'm flying high:
all that's left now is a last goodbye.
And in the darkness of the night,
floating above familiar city lights,
I watch you fade quietly into the sky.

A/N: I've discovered that long distance flights are a good time to write.