On the day of departure we stood

On the day of departure we stood
In front of the ocean, the breeze smells heavy
With saltwater and my cheeks felt like leather
Shrinking along with my frame
You couldn’t look at me straight at my eyes
For fear of the abyss that you’ll see
The mad panic of wanting for you to speak
And say, please just stay and so we
Open ourselves up like books to be read
Reading fast the final chapters in anticipation
Of the dreaded tomorrow