Departures

Departures are hard,

They make me feel like you are miles apart,

Just ten feet away,

You have that piece of paper,

Which I do not,

Called the boarding pass,

Drives me to think we are drifted by class.

That last hug, that last tear,

I wish you come back every year,

To start things again,

To kiss me gently in the rain.

Please tear up that piece of paper

You are holding so tight,

To board that flight,

Of your dreams.

Please come back to me once,

Because departures are hard

And they make me feel we are miles apart.