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