They boarded with a wave, a smile, a kiss,
Not knowing fate would steal all this.
The engines roared, then came the night—
And I was left without their light.
They told me “stall”, a warning lie,
But not why they were made to die.
The sea just swallowed all they were—
A name, a face, a faded blur.
I wait for calls that never ring,
For birthdays now that never bring
The voice I knew, the laugh, the grace—
Just ocean winds in empty space.
And still I dream they’ll walk back in,
That this is loss I’ll wake within.
But Flight Four-Three-One stole the skies—
And left me drowning in goodbyes.