Ends of Departure

I am scared of departitions

I hate the thought, the feeling of people leaving

How they would turn their back and their silhouettes would disappear

How iloveyou's decreases less and less by meaning

For I wish they were here instead of

being a person I am missing.

When the person is not around

I see their ghost roam inside the room

Their texts I cling on scrollbacks

But all just flashbacks under the moon

Their smile, the ones I used to see in the morning

For which spelt sunshine in my days

Their voices etched in my brain repeatedly playing

Their familiar scent I long to smell

and the thing I could never accept, their farewell.