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.