The departure is brutal.
To say the least.
The waves goodbye harder and harder.
Not only a fysical blow but a mental one.
I see the tears in your eyes.
As you ******* a last kiss.
I watch you board the train.
Mood set on sadness.

Sitting in the car getting my train of thought together again.
Listening to music.
Seeing the passenger seat empty.
A emptiness in my mind and heart.

Only comfort to be found,
is in the next date you'll come over.
That is the only thing that keeps my fear at bay.
Being not together is weird and slightly unnatural
But for now it is the only way.
And as we made an agreement before
I'll see you again friday.
Like every week before.