Woorden: Desa. Arriving Alive. Lines And Dots.

Thirteen days from now
a jet will set you down at summer's end
Separating by miles of empty sky me from my friend
A regular goodbye won't do at all
so I will write your address down
I'll send thoughts across like morse code
lines and dots to your new hometown
Your effect on me is too deep to state

I'll write it on my arm with a permanent pen
The stain will stay for days
Will its meaning ever end?

Your life is breaking open
Streams of words unspoken wash over my brain
as I watch your wings,
young and unfolding,
carry you away
This blurry feeling is hard to state

Though we never said love,
it hung in the air
Now the feelings are fading along with your name