Thanksgiving Break

And you fly on an airplane
Far away to your home,
Sleeping soundly in coach
as the airplane whirs high.
And now you are home
and are at last happy
And I don't know if you'll ever return.
I'm sad because
I miss your eyes hidden behind glasses,
and I miss your guitar songs.
I miss your tales of your days
scooping ice cream,
But I am not sure
if I'll get to hear them anymore..
So you're passing the squash,
and you're eating the turkey,
you're buttering a dinner roll.
Surrounded by smiles
and happy for family,
not sure if you'll ever return.
And I'm left here wondering
how long it will be
before you'll write to tell me
that you'll never come back down
from your great time in the North