"Do you have everything?"
I look down on your bags
Packed for you 8 hour drive back home.
"Yeah, all set."
We both choke on tears.
Doors closing, and footsteps in stairs.
And as soon as I hear the gate closing
The hollow emptiness in my chest
Tells me you packed something that was not yours to take.
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 11:24 PM UTC
"Do you have everything?"
I look down on your bags
Packed for you 8 hour drive back home.
"Yeah, all set."
We both choke on tears.
Doors closing, and footsteps in stairs.
And as soon as I hear the gate closing
The hollow emptiness in my chest
Tells me you packed something that was not yours to take.
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