the doors are closing,
your face is only just visible
between the metal monsters,
this is the final goodbye.

I'm locked in a room of
oblivion consuming me,
it could have been worse but
I wish it had been better.

I cross my fingers behind
my back and imagine your suitcase,
it slips forward and forces the doors
apart so I'd have a moment longer.

I tell myself it's the direction
life always has to go- I get
nervous when people say hello,
because one day they'll have to say

goodbye.