A quiet, lonely depart you wanted
A feeling of solitude I gave
Or is it just me

I turn up at your leaving
Hiding in a corner
Why do I feel
The crowd disturbing the peace,
Fear in your eyes
Or is it just me

The bag falls from your shoulder
The trolley wheels away
I worry that you’ll turn and see me
Burst into tears
The flower vase breaking
Stars refusing to shine
Tragedy in the making
Or is it just me

Cars cruise on the highway
A resounding silence reigns
I can’t bear to see anymore
To hear anymore
Are your tears permeating my heart
Are shooting stars falling on me
Is the wind taking me off my feet
Or is it just me;

I look out of the window
The stars finally shine
But the moon steals the glory bright
While I look up to find your flight.


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A little poem I wrote, and still is in the midst of editing (probably lots of stupid mistakes and amusing glaring poetic errors that I'll laugh at and most likely I'll take it down before many people read it so that little damage is done to my ego)

So with this I return to blogging - a slightly more mature person, I'd say. But every time I think I'm mature, and I just have to wait for 2 months, and look back, and I see myself as immature again.

such is the change that we have to adapt to