Departure

i watched the world go by in a back of a hot van

i watch the valley dip in a cool curve of green

it’s scenery folding like a picture book

each image popping, yet distorted

i imagined your finger nails first, it’s almond shape gently touching my shoulder, followed by the boney, cold hand petting me like i’m lost.

i am lost.

and i begin to cry as we climb up the valley

silently, to music you would of loved, you do love

i love

and as we reach the peak, i move from your hand in my shoulder, tuck the window in, and park up, leaving you till we meet again.