it's a misgiving feeling the thought of you leaving
An airport terminal stretch of time
between the metaphor in my head
and the rhyme of your feet
stepping quietly on up ahead.
You said you'd be back within weeks,
business takes days, it's a climb
to the highest peak, you said
whilst walking through the gates.
It's a misgiving feeling
the sight of you leaving
you bag in tow down terminal's row
passport control, doors out,
disappearing
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 3:53 PM UTC
it's a misgiving feeling the thought of you leaving
An airport terminal stretch of time
between the metaphor in my head
and the rhyme of your feet
stepping quietly on up ahead.
You said you'd be back within weeks,
business takes days, it's a climb
to the highest peak, you said
whilst walking through the gates.
It's a misgiving feeling
the sight of you leaving
you bag in tow down terminal's row
passport control, doors out,
disappearing
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