When I first moved to the States our apartment was not far from the airport.

When I was outside playing soccer or basketball by myself I would see and hear these airplanes up above.

Sometimes when I lay in bed at night.

I imagine being in an airplane looking out the window and wondering if the people down below ever looked up to see me.

When I see an airplane I wonder if people inside the plane are looking down and thinking the same thing.

Sometimes I wonder if its a relative or a friend inside that plane and I wave it goodbye.

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