I have witnessed many having to say goodbye.
The ships begin to arrive at the dock.
The horns begin to toot, sounding off
To inform passengers that they are
To depart soon. With the anchors dropped,
Everyone prepares themselves for this journey.
Such a hefty wound, it carries in one’s heart.
Sometimes, words are unnecessary to communicate
The unseen messages and bond.
A wounded heart, lost at sea
Will surely be reunited with its other, someday.
As much as I hate to say it:
I’m leaving you once again.