Plane Crash

I watched the plane go down
on another man's soil
and wondered where love goes
when the breathing stops
and how the bodies would find
someplace to sleep
for the night.

The way you hum
is so sad
like you live
an ordinary life
she said, turning her back
on the window
to face the television,
the noise drowning out
her sweater.

I tried to remember how she looked
without her clothes,
naked on the porcelain tiles
that night in Seville,
when I said the moon
would stop for her

but the engine drowned out
her face.