Travelling

The act of travelling is
a constant
unending
goodbye.
A farewell to new familiars,
an entrance to a different present,
foreign,
uncomfortable.
No place is ever the same as it once was,
one year ago,
one day,
one hour.
As long as you are there,
You can see the change
The evolution
Of the world around you.
To travel is to say farewell before
The road ends.
To travel is a constant,
unending
goodbye.