Bon Voyàge
by Galan Mayas

The moon rises
The clock ticks away
The candles burn to their base
I am alone
I am content
I don't need any more
And there she is
Miles away
And in my thoughts
But no longer do I pine
And no longer do I feel empty
When she isn't about
I am confident
I know where we stand
No reassurance needed

Bon voyàge!