Here it goes again…

“Just like the last time”
But this time it’s different.
This time I’m leaving someone behind.
This time it’s more difficult.
Yet this time, I’m doing my own thing, and that’s the good bit.
This time, part of the trip’s mine.
And he’s still lingering in my mind..
As is the knowledge that, au moins
Il sera la quand je rentre
(at least,
he will be there when I get home.)