Departure

Forlorn is a sort of mourn
First felt when my brother visited
When I was only four,
Or rather when he left
After a weekend of play.

I recall that feeling now,
Because it’s back, that’s fact –
But I’m the one departed
After travels to lands distant,
To lands unknown.

Ever fall in love and then separate
From the new admiration
And get that unsettled gut
Best described as lonesomeness?
That’s the one.

It’s not about place or the journey,
Only people – friends, family, lovers –
Can cause such a deep stir
Residing in forgotten chambers
Until we awaken through departure.