My heart pumps; my feet tap the floor.
Carry-on luggage is weightless in my arms as I run.
I can see you before I see you;
I can feel your embrace,
yet you are still far off.
When, finally, we reunite...
you aren't the same person
that flew away five months prior to today.
And when we meet again, some day soon,
I truly, and with all hope focused on the opposite,
doubt I'll likely be able to recognize you.
The airport-- love is actually all around us.
Surrounding-- suffocated. By everything
that we cannot seem to grasp.
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