Tuesday, April 8, 2014

MH608



there's a strange
unquenchable
kind of sorrow
at taking a step

past glass barriers
and aluminium barricades
to board
a flying cylinder
to reach
wherever you need to be

this strange
indescribable
kind of sorrow
at leaving someone
so incredible
so special
that every step away
makes your feet turn 180
and flee right back

this strange
permanent
kind of sorrow
knowing onward
is what is expected
but right past
those automated doors
you left behind
is where your
real, true and final
destination waits

it's this weird
unwritable
breed of sorrow
at departing on wings
when you'd rather
be arriving in arms

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