The Trip
I remember the day,
When you boarded that plane,
And left me far behind.
I was proud of you,
Going off on a big adventure,
To find yourself.
We talked a lot,
About the things you’d done,
And things you’d seen.
I missed you terribly,
I wanted you to come home,
But you were happy.
It was nice to see,
How alive traveling made you,
It put me at ease.
I’m saddened to think,
That now you’re back home,
We’ll never be the same.
We used to be as one,
But now we barely even speak,
Travelling changed you.
(2014)
I had a best friend, but Australia stole his heart.
