Wet floor

Oh, the signs…

All the signs pointing towards a safer path,

Wet floor,

Airport doors,

Travelers,

Arrivals and departures,

Tight hugs and soft kisses,

I am sitting down under the tree of your love,

It has come to wish me well,

To say farewell for the last time…

I am taking my last flight,

Is a one-way ticket

With no return in sight…

I have one full suitcase,

Pack tightly with the memories

Of your embrace and your smile…

I have no other doors to close,

No other places to wonder,

No words left to say…

Just a safe return home,

To the cherished moments it contains…

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