One warm winter dawn, stirring in bed,

through the window I saw an airplane weeping.

'You alright...?' 　I asked.

'I missed the Moon todnight, as clouds swallowed.

Darkness without her gives me nothing but sorrow.

What keeps you awake this late?'    asked the airplane.

'Few months ago I went to a coffee shop,

asked for a drink with the strongest caffeine.'  I replied.

'They gave me a shot of loneliness, and

I've barely been able to sleep ever since.'

'Oh, those shots make up my fuel.

They pump them into me in gallons. That's why I never sleep.

Let me know next time you can't fall asleep,

I'm always down for a nice quiet midnight walk.'

he spoke, as he flew away.