Leaving Manchester for the last time
Window wound down a crack
Head resting, sun reflecting
The journey home

Rainclouds; typically gathered
On the edge of things
Any minute now that blast of summer
Showers will pass 

You are ready, bags packed
Farewells said, no need to grieve
You leave as others have
You will return

Yet still you turn your face,
Seep out tears for a youth lost
In greyed out northerness
You will come back