I wrote a couple stanzas on the back of my transfer ticket because it brought me to the same place we were 7 months ago, except these two days contrasted each other in many ways - similar to the whites of your eyes and the dark chocolate of your iris.
For one, spring is just beginning, which is contrary to when I saw your smile blossom in the middle of the summer sun. The last time I stepped foot in that transit booth I knew you were just a simple call away, but now you're miles beyond my reach both physically and emotionally.
Shopping bags in tow, I left with tiny little trinkets full of life (just like before) except none of them were you. Nonetheless, I wrote a couple more stanzas and left a hook in the middle of the chorus just so I could watch your remains fly away to fulfill its destiny: