Window Seat

Old loves
Old towns
Old friends
revisited with a mind of older memories
Sometimes found fogged in, shut down
As often in full and brilliant sunlight
No way known yet to predict the weather

So I just have to slide on in, take a chance
See if the plane can land, reservations made
on the spur of the moment, no refund
Heart racing
thoughts flying, looking down
to wonder if you'll see me changed
Maybe love me still