I went to the airport
Didn't get on a plane
Watched people leave
Everyday is the same
I can count on one hand the incoming flights
But the flights I watch leave don't compare
As many people leave
Only half as many come
My house is empty
Without burden
My heart is empty
Full of burden
I place on my self
Up on my shelf
High expectations
And rich conversations
With no one to share
And none to care
I watch my friends leave
Unfinished dread
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Basically Poetry
PoetryWhy base your HAPPINESS On something that is potentially TEMPORARY That is like agreeing to DROWN When you know how to SWIM
