She looked at him like she wanted to cry,
Eyes full of dew, ready to fly.
She wiped her face with her right sleeve,
And then she quietly asked him to leave.
Her lower lip started to quiver.
His heart bursted, it started to shiver.
He went to hug her and kiss her head,
She pushed him and said she'd rather be dead.
He told her he's sorry and he loves her so,
She flipped him the bird and told him to go.
He clutched his suitcase and turned away,
And then she whispered for him to stay.
Rasha Zeiny
