I have never written the words, to keep this little piece of magic inside my head for just a little bit longer.
When the words find their way out, the past will finally be where it is, never to return to the living,
I want to hold the memory close for just a little longer.
I want to keep the sun in my mind, and pretend that I’ll never have to relive that feeling when the plane hit the runway.
I’ll protect you, don’t you worry.