A Message For the Soon to Be Departed

Wrapp’d in sweet warmth I send you off to find yourself 
Kiss’d on the forehead I know you won’t cry 
I would be sad if you hadn’t cursed our ground 
I would be sad if I still craved your life Check through your pockets to feel tickets smooth as ice
 Go through your bag for your clean underwear 
I sit and smile, awaiting my sweet alone 
I sit and smile, a plain, hidden dare You step aside, a lingering catch clear in your eyes
 You turn to leave, still begging to stay 
I wouldn’t care to see your evident regret 
I wouldn’t care for I want you away