Goodbyes are nobody's forte.
Today I went to the airport.
It was raining in the pitch black when I woke up at 5am,
And it was still raining when I arrived home at 9am.
I couldn't sleep last night, not because of emotions,
Just because I was uncomfortable.
We went to the wrong terminal, International not Domestic.
The bags were heavy and made walking awkward and deliberate.
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The parking was expensive, but no one complained.
Oddly enough the traffic was worse on the way back.
Had some breakfast on the way back,
Accompanied with some small talk.
Arrived home. Felt sick, as I have been for the past few days.
And as my head hits the pillow,
Jet engines start up.
And as my eyes finally close,
A large metal tube with wings begins hurling itself to it's destination.
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They say I should be sad.
But I'm not.
I'm just glad you got out.
That maybe, you'll be happy there.