How will I know when to stop trying?
When is it finally time to quit debauching myself?

Those eyes will never fall upon me,
So why do I stand in the middle of the street and waive?

Those hands will never touch my face,
So why do I even try to get close to you?

Some may say, ‘It’s not hopeless’
But they are merely benighted dreamers.

It now comes the time to move on,
To fly far away from your beautiful face.

As the plane hums, I imagine you smiling.
Your white teeth peek out from your pink lips.

Seldom did I speak with you,
We hardly ever had time.

But those few moments we made conversation
Will stay with me for the rest of my life.

The plane hums louder
And I become dizzy.

Over the ocean, the wings dip
The engine starts to slow down.

A voice is heard over the speakers in an attempt to calm,
But calm falls over none.

Glasses fall off of shelves as the plane skips along the water
Like a small stone in a pond.

Soon, the aircraft is underwater
Noiseless screams are smothered by liquid.

I can feel myself drifting off, ready to give up,
but I hear a voice.

A sweet voice, one of love, one of care
And it says
‘Look around; is this how you want to die?’
‘Is this what life had in store for you?’

I want to cry out, but the water is dampening.
In tears I scream to myself: No.

I swim to the top and find floatation.
Six long days I waited until help finally arrived.

Home felt good.

You saved me, you gave me courage
You gave me the strength and the will to survive.
It was you who pulled me from that plane.

To this day, I cannot answer the question:
‘Why did you even care?”