December 02, 2015

TRANSIT DAYS

Every time you depart
You neatly pack
every piece of your belonging
into your bag
and I am all over the place
You calmly 
calculate back 
and pack
the last few hours 
of being together
I'm restless
and hungry  
while you time
the duration of our last meal together
the duration of our (real) kisses 
(real) embraces
the drive to the (wretched) airport
I'm lost
all over the place
singing crying 
or rather trying 
to develop a strategy
of dealing with it
Every time we meet
Every time we part







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