Waiting on skype
While you hurdle your life
Neatly packed into bags
Across your vacant room.
Wondering if there is still
Space enough for me to fit.
If I can exist the same,
When you step off the
Other side of the plane.
Wondering if there
Is space enough
To place a fist full
Of broken words and
Eyes that mist,
A thousand things
I’m going to miss
And a hug I can’t quite reach
And I think..
I wish..
That this…
Can't be..
Goodbye
I guess.