I am going to the airport now, Soon to go back, to where I live. But I will miss my son, who lives not so near to me. My son sits beside me, the car moves on, shacks, buildings, and the metro blur by. I stay, focused on the journey ahead and I stay, stay to go. Now only ten miles are left, leaving starts to kick in, emotions start to flow, tears not, and neither my voice, I am still and car is not, and we reached the airport. He stays and I leave. He unloads my bags, my silent goodbye met with his understanding gaze. I check in, and he departs. Umm, uhh………….. Now as he checks in his bags, And I park my car to wait for his confirmation, and wait, and write, write how my dad is, and he calls. I start the car and drive away, drove away with just a part of me, and not whole.
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