#649-Passing
11/05/2019
Sometimes,
Emptiness and fog,
Is all I feel.
It’s those days,
When tears come,
From corners,
Craving emptiness.
Rationally,
I understand.
But knowing,
Isn’t feeling.
So teary-eyed,
I gaze into nothingness,
With shadows close by,
Holding my hand,
As curtains close,
To corners,
I’ll never see again.
Glad to meet you at the airport.
Glad to meet you too. Hope you had a good flight!