She might have flown across the Atlantic,
Or perhaps to the Philippines,
Did she have hopes of improving her gaelic?
Or maybe dreams to visit the Cappella Sistina?
Departure: Washington, D.C.
On that dreary July morn'
Destination: So far away from me
Determined to be reborn
It's funny that to this day
I can't accept that she's gone
No disappointment to downplay
When I'll see her at tomorrow's dawn
So deep down I pretend,
Though I know the truth,
That her vacation will soon end
And my anxiousness will be soothed
She could be anywhere
Boarding that flight to return
Or maybe she is already midair
Ending her brief sojourn
In the meantime I'll sit waiting
Spontaneously writing stupid things
Stifling my heart's aching
As my bestestest spreads her wings
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