Leaving the Platform


I don’t want to leave. Clutch on, tight. Your hands are cold. Your voice is shaking.

(We ignore this, every time).

You’re asking, “When?” and I don’t know. I’m sorry. I don’t know.

I want- I want more time. I want to slip away, forget everything, and go back to when we laughed without caring. When we had nothing to care about.

And now, it’s you who is holding onto me, keeping me steady, and this is all I want to remember- just this.

There are tears on your face. I wish there weren’t. It makes me cry.

Last calls for boarding, hurry, hurry, hurry.

I wish I could resist, but I still turn back for one last look. You are gone.

You were never here.

[Jenna Burns -@Jenna_221b]


 

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