Fold, fold, fold —
and almost everything is packed.
A charger, lotion, strips of medicine and oh, she almost forgot her toothbrush as always.
She's leaving again
and in this morning cabride,
she's thinking of the last time she saw you.
You let her hold you
and instead of closing her eyes,
she cried;
kissed the back of your ear.
The sky was a mix of blue and grey just like her
and it rained.
Rain can be so sad sometimes.
She drew both your feet together from the day at the dock,
in that notebook she carries everywhere.
You have finally got in bed after a long night
and she has left to go forever.
She likes you
and will maybe never see you again.
You
close your eyes.