"See You Later"
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I look back at the door
I have gone beyond the limit
Here I am waving my hands like a goodbye
With their backs turned against me
"I'll see you again, maybe later..."
I take my luggage by the handle
Dragging it against the cold tiled floors
I hear its wheels squeak as I quicken my pace
No longer looking back
I grab my scarf closer to my face
I cover up to my nose
In this cold place
I leave my home
I leave the people whom I have grown to love
For the past long years
Those who I've met and forgotten
I wave my hand one last time
I enter a new cage
Never to leave the darkness
My ticket to a whole new beginning
A chrysalis then a new life
This isn't a goodbye,
Not to you.
We'll meet again,
In another life soon.
A different form,
In a different time.
Till then I shall watch as you pass me by,
A shadow of which you will learn to never remember.
(1749)
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Not A Goodbye
PoetryStuck between a goodbye and a promise to stay, and it became too overwhelming to make any sense so I wrote. I wrote again and again, multiple times within a day or another, until it became this. I'm not done writing, but at least the feelings have c...
