The net isn't fine enough, and i miss you

So ... I rake the sky.
I listen hard.
I trawl the megahertz.
But the net isn't fine enough, and I miss you.
A swan sailing between two continents,
a ghost inmune to radar.

Still, my eyes are fixed upon the place I last saw you,
your signal urgent but breaking,
before you became cotton in a blizzard,
a plane coming down behind enemy lines.


Sista gången jag såg henne var i aulan. Jag vände mig om och gick ut i decembersnö.