Temporary

The earth never felt so temporary as it did the day you left me.

I wasn't there when it happened.
There was a dull thud in my head when I got the news.
Somehow it seems appropriate that I spent so much time in airports leading up to your departure.
I am still on the ground, at the terminal, crying and sitting in one of those filthy chairs, looking out the window after you.

I'm walking a spinning planet and getting ready to go back to wherever it is I came from; the place where you are now.