Boarding pass in hand
I walk slowly down the jetway
And out of your life
If only for a week.
And I know that I leave
The best part of me behind,
That I shall be alone,
Missing your smile,
If only for a week.
And as I turn around
To catch a final glimpse
Of your bright red jacket
Hovering on the periphery
Of my vision, of my life,
I find myself hoping
That you too will be alone,
Life devoid of purpose,
Heart devoid of hope,
Fearing each tomorrow
For the emptiness it brings,
Uncertain of the future,
Mourning for the past,
Afraid to go on . . .
If only for a week.