We arrived, watched as you bought a ticket.
You came back to say goodbye, the wind
urgently pushed you as the minute passed.
I let go of your warm touch
bade my last farewell
while weakly waving my hand into a now cool air.
The sun lingered a little longer at dusk
as we stood at the gate covered in the patchy shadows
that spring blurrily plastered onto the cement
“Please, just a little while longer.”