There’s been no news of you,
Since you left me standing there,
Behind that airport glass pane
Waving my goodbye, with a lump
In my throat, not knowing when
And where I’ll see you next.

How do I tell the lump in my throat
That there is no point in choking me up!
I’m having a hard time as it is,
Still holding on while letting you go.
I’d never have known, but for you,
The pain there is, in saying goodbye!

Is this not the hardest thing to learn
To let go of what we cherish the most!
How often do I have to tell myself,
‘It’s but water slipping through’?