Do i miss you, or the idea of you?

I have no way of knowing.

For i haven't seen you,

Heard you,

Spoken to you.

in many days,

Hours,

And minutes. 

Because you left.

You left me.

Left me with mountains of baggage i never asked for

Cursing me to carry it and slowly drop it off as i go through the motions of life.

And it angers me

As i have dropped off many of the suitcases, carry-on duffels, and travel bags

Only left with the blankets, miniature airline pillows, and cheap slippers

I think of the time we spent together, 

days,

Hours,

And minutes.

Slowly drifting away as time and space move through the motions of life.

In the ever-lasting age of our existence

But you continue to move on,

Like a plane taking off,

Forgetting a bag.