Departure
Departure. Gate “F Nineteen.”
You left at ten: fifteen.
I feel empty and almost sick
Like a broken stick.
You will be very missed.
Your presence could not be replaced.
I know from all of us,
You came to see me, and the house.
I am the missing link.
We are alike, I think.
I see in you myself
Several decades to echo.
You saw yourself
Several decades ago.
Life is a puzzle,
And we challenge the separation.
The life warrantee
Includes the fee:
Of trust, and hope, and inspiration
For the puzzle lovers,
Like us, loners.
Departure for us means being a part.
Sometimes, you pay a fee
To be free.
This departure made a body fracture,
But the destination will make sense in the
structure.
Are we defaulters?
No, we are puzzle lovers.
Every day we decide and provide hard.
This is not an easy art,
To be a part.
Tomshinsky@2024
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