Some sort of poem

This can mean whatever you want it to mean. I wrote this about somebody special. Welcome to my crowded mind.

We’re on a plane
There’s been turbulence
We’ve lost someone in the crash

Thank you
You put my mask on
And here we are
Up in the air again
Passing through the clouds

I’m opening the window
I’m looking down
And I can’t believe how far we’ve come

-me

ps. I’m glad we’re on the same plane.