It’s sitting down somewhere far from where you are. and you have in your hand, a ticket to fly even farther away. I would like to hold your hand now and feel your warm tears on my palm as we say goodbye.
Later, I will look up and wave to every plane that passes by Hoping that you will find your way back here where I can hold your hand and rest my chin upon your shoulder. I’ll drag my heavy boots until you come back home.