the smell of YVR
is the same as ever
smoky, stale and rain-drenched
i have said a million
good-byes breathing that air
thankfully, each lungful
numbs my insides some
’til i can say good-bye
without batting an eye
without fighting back tears
without struggling for words
that must last ’til next time

– random scribbling in my notebook, september 25th, 2011 –