A Letter from the Airport

Please, leave me alone for one year, my dear, my dear.

I’m on sabbatical from our marriage.

We’ve come a long way since our wedding vows

to stay together for better or for worse

until death do us part.

We settled at a desert oasis,

Rooted deeply and grew branches.

But please, for one year, don’t try to follow me.

Soldiers needs to take leave.

A worker needs a holiday.

As quiet scholars go on sabbatical for replenishment,

I now take my well-earned leave.

So please don’t look for me for a year, my dear.

I’ll return when I’ve found myself.