i sit amidst a cocoon of goodbyes
and hellos.
blur of faces, of stories, of movement.
i sit still. like a painting
a decoration on the wall, barely seen
i sit still. like the planes in parking
the skies are dark and the stars in hiding
doesn’t mean it’s not there
doesn’t mean it’s not hurting

the moon rests heavily on my shoulders; your head
even more so on my head.
an eclipse that stings,
its time is fleeting.

i carry my luggae like how i carry my pain
unsuspecting, unfolded, wreckless mess
all tangling
i smile and say i’m okay.
a few hours before departing.