I had already handed my ticket to the man by the ramp,
Shuffled the hallway until I found my room,
And stored my bags and heartfelt trinkets below deck.
But I still found myself standing on the dock,
Staring at the ship as the other passengers yelled,
"Hurry up and come on board! We'll be leaving soon!".
I said, "I know. Just take care of my things and make sure someone gets them.
If you wish to find me if or when you return,
I'll be sitting in my same puddle,
Counting the flies that touch my water's surface."
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