I kiss my Fiancée goodbye, taxi to the airport for the 05:15 plane;
If only I knew what I do now, I would have held her for longer, if I was the candle, she was my flame.
The speakers introduce the captain, who announces “we are flying at 40,000 feet, there is a storm up ahead, but I will make it as smooth as I can”;
I put my earphones back in, and glance over to the couple sitting next to me, a nervous looking women, and a petrified looking man.
I thought nothing of it, as the beats flow inside my brain;
The seat belt light illuminates, as a turbulent wind flickers the cabin lights, and shakes the floor of the plane.
I close my eyes, waiting for the wind to release us, this is the reason I’m a little scared of flying;
I open my eyes, look around, and as I take my earphones out I hear a chorus of screams and crying.
My heart skips a beat, as the captain echoes out “please follow the precautions, in case of an emergency landing”;
Everyone is panicking as all the cabin lights go out, surely this is some sort of miss-understanding.
I glance around the cabin, some people are crouched down, head between their legs, some are calling their loved ones on the phone;
My stomach starts to turn over, as our plane starts to fall from the skies like a stone.
I frantically fumble through my bag looking for my mobile, as my brain is overrun with fear and emotion;
As my fiancée picks up the phone with a sweet “hello”, the plane crashes down into the ocean.
Its pitch black, as salty water slaps across my face, my mouth tastes the sea;
I feel around in the darkness, as claustrophobia starts taking a hold of me.
The plane has split into two, I swim my way through the gap, as the plane starts to sink below;
I grab on to a broken crate and scream into the waves “HELLO”.
Blood starts dripping from my head, the wind and waves drowning out my shout;
I drift in and out of consciousness, and then I must have passed out.
Mt eyes flicker, sand is sticking to my lips, my god I am alive, but at what cost;
I lift myself from the breaking waves to see a tiny island, I’m surrounded by the ocean, which echo out I’m lost.
I drop my hand baggage onto the sand, as I shout “HELLO” into the tree’s & plants, which are wildly overgrown;
I spin around to face the seas again, the only sound I hear is the crashing waves, which break the news that I am alone.
I search through my bag, pull out my phone, but water has flooded the screen;
I pull out my soaking wet journal and wallet, inside there’s a picture of my Fiancée , I stare at the photo for hours, like it’s the very first time I’ve seen.
The sea water dripping down my face, like tears dropping into the sand;
Where are all the other passengers and rescue team, I really cannot understand.
I sit there scanning the horizon, waiting to be saved;
I take off my ring my fiancée gave to me, and read the message she had engraved.
It read “together forever”, I hope that engraving is true;
I may be surrounded by beauty, but beauty cannot even exist without you being here with me to.
I just sit there watching the sun as it drops out of the sky, being replaced by the moon;
I look to the stars above and pray I will be back with my fiancée soon.
I must have fallen asleep, as the sun awakes me, still no sign of that rescue plane;
I stand up and scan the horizon, but nothing has changed, everything still looks the same.
My mouth feels so dry, water, water everywhere, but not one single drop to drink;
The sand is burning the bottom of my feet, I feel myself starting to sink.
I pick up my journal, which has dried out in the sun;
All the pages are smudged clear, all of my life’s work has been undone.
So I pick up my pen, there’s total silence, so I talk to my book, but the pages don’t reply;
I see thousands of feet in the air, planes making their lines, up high in the sky.
The days passed until the sun rises on day four;
I have no strength to move, as I lay on the sand, making an external grave on the floor.
Just then I hear a noise coming closer, sounds like a helicopter, where could it be;
I run along the beach screaming “HELP”, then it comes into focus, the hero’s to save my destiny.
In the helicopter the saviours tell me I was the only person to survive;
I cannot wait to see my Fiancée, and to tell her that I am alive.
I am taken to hospital, treated for dehydration;
I ask the doctors for a phone, to call my inspiration.
But instead they bring in the police, and a British embassy liaison Officer;
They say I have news about your Fiancée, so I tremble out “why, what’s wrong with her”.
My heart sinks, as they explain upon hearing of the plane accident she rushed out in a flash;
The police tried to stop her to calm her down, but I am afraid she was involved in a fatal car crash.
I gag, the hairs on my back stand on end, my bottom lip trembles, as I whisper “so you’re telling me she is dead”;
I glance up, and through my teary eyes, I see them nod their head.
I pull out my i.v, push past the doctors & police, all I want to do is die;
I run up the staircase until I reach the roof, as I scream up to the heavens “WHY”.
We were destined to die on the same day, but I wasn’t there to save you or protect;
But because I got on that plane, changing my destiny, I had unravelled my very own butterfly effect.
I stumble to the edge of the building, lonely tears are falling, I step off the ledge, if there is a god he better hurry up and teach me how to fly;
But no wings appear on my back, but I see my Fiancée as an angel, as I am falling from the sky.
I whisper “I don’t want to be alone, I don’t care if I die as long as we are back together;
I promise to hold your hand for an eternity, with a love that will last forever”.
The ground then turns into clouds, my angelic Fiancée echoes “I am right here waiting for you”;
Heaven is a desert island, but this time its population is two.