I sold my soul and conscience for a pack of cigarettes...I don't even smoke.

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Anybody who has ever left loved ones behind or have had to say goodbye to one know what Im talking about:

On a day like today,
a young man arrived
at the airport,
with family
and friends.

His heart was heavy,
and he was sad.
For he knew the time
has come to leave
this Heaven and
return to the
far lonely
world
elsewhere.

Unsettling feeling
in his heart,
a kind of longing
to stay back forever.
A kind of familiar loneliness
that he was acquainted with,
comes to him again.

And he sighed,
wistfully, forlornly,
hoping again hope,
to stay in this limbo
of joy and
belonging
forever.

'Oh no, I'm leaving again',
he murmured,
hot tears threatening
to well in his eyes.

Bravely, he forced
a smile at his
loved ones.
Without much of
a second look,
he bid them
farewell.

In the plane,
the man sat,
with eyes closed,
reliving those
wonderful
and fond
memories
he left behind,

and those sweet voices
and carefree laughter
that accompanied
every single image
that went fleeting pass.

Unconsciously,
a faint smile ghosted at his mouth.

'I'll see them again soon.
Take care, my loved ones,
I'll be back.'