I sit out back and smoke,
I can hear the plane above the clouds, training again, winds are light.
I drift and imagine, what if my novel took off like that plane,
Rave reviews, a household name.
And I buy you a plane for your birthday.
And we fly through the night, over golden necklaces of light.
Then the sequel, and the royalty checks start coming in.
And we tour the world…
Waterfalls of Hawaii, over the Serengeti, Swiss Alps.
But I may never finish my book, or even sell a single copy if I do.
It doesn’t matter really — I lived an entire lifetime.
Inspired by you.