My Bags are packed
I'm leaving
on a jetplane
or maybe in a car
I'm going uncountable distances
or perhaps, just around the corner
does it matter?
Where
or
How Long
I'm standing here outside your door
I hate to wake you up
to say goodbye
Check out Catching the Magic for the idea (and links in the next few hours)
Cheers for linking up and I like your poem very much - I sometimes wish I could just pack my bag and escape anywhere - just for the hell of it ;) Ah, those were the old days 'BC' x
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for being patient with me and sorry for the delay in getting the Linky up - was an extra night in Picton and no Internet connection :(