She disappears far into the distant skies.
Day becomes night, for 14 hours she flies.
And with every hour, further we're apart.
I now count the days, with a heavy heart.
Sometimes a reminder a man might need.
A wake up call, I think this is mine indeed.
A blessing in disguise this period could be.
I might realize how special you are to me.
So until that plane returns in 4 weeks time.
I'll tell myself, I'm so lucky that you're mine.