It was the fastest and slowest four hours of my life.
Fast because it passed and I never wanted an end.
Slow because my thoughts have lived in that four hours
So many nights Since then.
Your arm was pressed against my arm for a little while.
Not sure if you noticed with your wool coat on
As you were not accustomed to wearing coats.
But I could feel it
A current of electricity
From you to me
As if our skin was bare.
And we moved through sky
Miles above the world I knew
And in that four hours
My world was you.
I was supposed to meet somebody in this life
I had plans to meet up with someone right around this present time
And I was hoping it was you.
I remember as the plane touched down
I usually feel relieved to have another flight safely atras de mi.
But this time I had no interest in a return to reality.
I was supposed to meet a friend
Somewhere along this bend
In the ever flowing
Catch my breath waiting
Trip that we call life
And I will admit
I was hoping it