Packing quietly in early morning grey,
Stuffing things deep down...
Reaching to the bottom of my soft sided and cheap bag.
I watch you doze,
The silence of your old pain,
It is only a quick a flicker in your lashes now,
You sigh and dream on.
I smile at the small noises you make when you sleep.
Your chest rises and drops,
I want to stop everything,
Climb back into bed to shelter with you
I leave you soon,
And I hate for you to see me leave,
Even though it's you that drop me at the airport.
Not seeing me put away things,
It only makes it seem easier,
I still miss you,
One day I won't leave.
By Army Poet - August 2009