heartache and butterflies - my travelling companions.
A tear drops
as I wave goodbye.
Author notes
Okay, so I know the title says more than the actual poem, but my frantic thoughts about leaving wouldn't make a very good poem right now, anyhow. Maybe I'll extend this on the plane.
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