Adieu...

Down below the clouds cluster
Like sheep’s fleece;
As my eyes wander over the orange glow bouncing off the wingtips
While my mind wanders thinking of departures..
All the memories that I’ve left behind
and all the memories that I collect now
its like the person that I was before still remains
in more than just memory
only to be seen covered with this fabric of novel experiences
nay i don’t have a heart of stone; I bleed too,
but some things are best left unsaid, best left buried deep
with the key thrown out of this porthole
that I look through as I write this. I bid adieu.