The Price of Luke Warm Goodbyes.

I wrote this on our flight from Düsseldorf to Los Angeles. Fittingly, it is written on an airsickness bag because, well, I was feeling rather sick at the time.

I am sorry I didn’t cry

When it was time to say goodbye

I disdain pages unread

I hate words left unsaid

 

The mask I’ve been wearing

Can be mistaken as uncaring

So long I’ve been behind this wall

It is difficult now to let tears fall

 

This tide of emotion

Could sweep me into a salty ocean

So I try to hide my distresses

And tuck it all under neatly braided tresses

 

But, somewhere in Greenland’s skies

I realized the price of luke warm goodbyes

The perservation of myself

Cost you the love which I felt

 

I’ve once lived through the fright

Of living with a heart locked tight

But to correct my mistake, these words will have to do

I love you. I love you. I love you.

 

To the friends we had to leave

Please trust me and believe

A cross would have been easier to bear

Than to leave you standing there.

 

Much love to those in Düsseldorf who were our family and loved us for the time we were with you. Thank you for everything you did for us.