waving gallery
came and gone.
as silent as it began,
as silent as it ends.
needless for words
such as "see you again".
planes come and go,
each flight symbolizes a new journey,
a new work day, new people to fly with.
one day the planes will come home.
home is where the heart is.
but where is home when what's left is an empty heart?
violation of rules,
you knew it too.
couldnt' help it, i really did not want to.
the comfortable companionship,
the hint of attachment.
that's where we know it has to come to an end.
in time to come,
there will still be a smile,
an acknowledging gaze.
maybe we will still talk like friends.
maybe we will just walk on by.
thank you for that little while.
i'm glad we crossed at the meeting point.
travellators moving in opposite directions.
waving gallery holds the memories,
the ticket prints the flight.
the boarding gates to our different destinations,
take off to new heights.
if only life was more gratifying.
leave no rooms for regrets or pity.
live. love. life.
posted by Veen @ 00:41
1 Comments:
i agree with u.. life is like an air, or some see it as a sea journey, we all bump into each other, sometimes things work out, sometimes it doesn't, none of it is your fault. its never a pity, or anything to regret by, its an experience meant to be savoured. for all u noe, u could meet someone very similar on a different route... -mos.
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