I board the plane.  I walk to the very back of the plane and find my seat in the last row.  From here I can view the whole plane. I put my stuff away, settling down into my seat.  I watch the passengers file on.  There is no one in the seat beside me.  I pretend you are with me.  I always picture you with me.
    I wish we could have worked it out.  You could have flown here.  Together we could have gone to Memphis.  It would be heaven to have you right here by my side.  I fantasize you leaning close to my ear to whisper that my Lion has come to join me.  I feel a hot flush cross my cheeks, as well as that naughty tingle intimate thoughts of you stir up.  I smile and sigh.
     I see two familiar faces come down the aisle and take seats directly in front of me.  It’s my Pastor and his wife.  I had heard they were going to the Bahamas.  They end up on my flight.  Well, I guess it’s best my Lion didn’t accompany me this trip.  They notice me and we exchange greetings.  They are more desirous to keep to themselves.  I am relieved.  You are my religion now.
     The plane takes off.   We fly north, right over my neighborhood.  I can see my house from the air.  I look down, thinking about my sleeping children and husband.  We turn sharply and fly east over the mountains.  Memphis here I come.
     I close my eyes and again fantasize you sitting beside me.  It makes me smile.  One of these days all my flights will be with you.