Four in the morning, I’m leaving for the airport
In the mirror I see you standing at the door
Watching me,
crying
My eyes feel the prickle from
the stab at my heart
Go back to bed darling
I’ll be home soon
How can you believe me
when all you know is loss?
This is your truth
People leave and don’t return
Go back to bed darling
I’ll be home soon
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