Another train comes tomorrow.
Another plane leaves later today.
But I won't always be here.

You can leave with the setting sun.
You can leave when the wind blows.
But I won't always be here.

You can stay here,
warm my hands with your own,
because I won't always be here.

You can crawl back under the blankets,
stay here safe and warm.
Because I won't always be here.

We can share another nutritious meal,
Spend another breakfast safe in our kitchen corner.
Because I won't always be here.

We can run wildly through the woods,
make love among the wildflowers.
Because I won't always be here.

Or I can pretend to be asleep in my bed,
secretly watching you dress, knowing
You won't always be here.

After you leave, I'll make my pot of coffee,
warm my own hands,
Because I always knew...

You wouldn't be here.

- Hannah Jo 2009

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