When I'll be leaving on a journey

A tear or two dabs the eyes clean
With much effort I hold back
We are all sombre After a great weekend of a long holiday
It’s different with different people But these are close kinOnce in a year we convene We jell and mingle and become one
But it’s the day of the departure that’s bothersome
We reminiscent each day together
Sing goodbye in a chorus
While each dialogue sets up itself in a vault
To be touched again and again by different locks
How we all get together so well?


And I see everyone leaving
The house is empty
My head is heavy, I watch the trains slowly picking up speed
Taking with it strangers to families
While some strangers to even stranger places
And I think about tomorrow or the day after
How will it pass?
But we all get used to,
We have to.

On a different day,
While browsing Through pictures,
My mind drifts to a newer journey
Where I’m leaving alone
To be taking my own lesson
To become a stranger from a person
And then be an individual
Sometimes, it’s easier to distract oneself on a journey with newer landscapes
But it’s difficult to watch people leave.

Day will come
And that day I’ll be walking on
While others will be waving goodbye.

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