Soft clouds pool and spill over highland ridges,
rivers of shape-shifting fluff that seem
to mock me as I stare out the window.
The landscape below bears battle scars
of thundering giants, dueling glaciers carving
out bits and pieces on a continual journey to the sea.
How I envy them, those frozen streams
that have remained to caress and pummel
the Scotland I have grown to love.
Snowcapped cairns melt one by one
as my plane travels farther south,
thoughts of you bleeding out in place of tears.
Fingertips pressed to glass, I empty my mind,
throat trembling as I swallow a hastily said goodbye.
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