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Touch-and-go landing

You show up every few years

Sometimes two, sometimes ten

With those brown eyes

Rimmed with green

Eyes that stole my

Heart at fifteen

And hold it still

 Some forty years hence

 

It is seamless and stunning

As the tires brush and smoke

You now have gray hair

I laugh at your memories

And you kiss me

Just the same

 

You are good for three days

The way it’s always been

Unsafe to be grounded for long

Too dangerous for mortals

 Which we are

After all

 

Flesh and blood

Perfect fit

It drives us insane

It can’t be like this

For more than a set of hours

 Touch down

Throttle and go

 

We close our eyes as we

Open our hearts

We love again

Furiously

Because tomorrow will

Prove too much

 

We will touch our fingertips

On the tarmac and turn–

Touch and go