An airplane in the gray sky flies above me, that I run to catch up with. I like this town with old-growth green oak trees. I take a deeper breath. I know she will never come to this town where we laughed. Maybe she's having a good time just in another place. I recall the bygone days, seeing the oak trees. I want to make her smile tomorrow morning. I know she will never come to this town where we laughed. Maybe she's having a good time just in another place. I recall the bygone days, seeing the oak trees. I want to make her smile tomorrow morning.
