Click. The turning of the latch
Doors closed now, there's no turning back
A step forward, then two, then wading through snow
The thoughts coming slowly, no home to call own
The last words of each still fresh in mind:
A wide eyed look and surprised goodbye
A smile and wave, from two in addition
Typical lingo to take it easy with trepidation
The familiar smile and nod of comrades in arms
And a handle asked for keeping online
The sky outside grey and dismal in air
but the heedy sense of freedom with which none despair
Leaving Sky - By Ethan Joachim Eldridge. Drawn in Gimp on a very bump
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