There are a few things
I don’t like to do.
Packing for travel
would be in that “few”.
The process itself
is simple and quick,
but it’s what it means
that makes me feel sick.
More often than not,
I travel alone.
My one link to you
is my trusty phone.
I can’t hug my phone
or give it a kiss,
I can’t lose myself
in a lover’s bliss.
That’s why packing sucks,
cuz it means goodbye.
And while I hide it,
inside I oft cry.
