Sorrow

I closed my suitcase,
Ready to go,
Tears were cascading down my face,
What for? I don't really know.

I left the house,
and not a moment to soon,
For no one was left,
not even the mouse.

I silently walked towards the van,
Where my new family waited,
I told them not yet,
I wanted to touch, one last time, the sand.

Checking into the airlines,
I glanced back once,
I know my heart still pines,
But I won't be back here for months.

As I sit in the airplane,
getting ready to leave,
I noticed this poem doesn't have a title,
But I need to look into tomorrow,
So this will be called Sorrow.

Written by: Stephanie; February 21, 2006