Now I board the plane
The wait was insane
Luggage stowed above
The part of travel I can’t love
Cramped in my seat
My vacation complete
Back to the daily grind
New friends left behind
The stories I have to tell
To the people that know me well
But now I ponder
As my thoughts wander
To what is empty now
And I wonder how
Will I ever fill it again...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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