I like arrivals, not departures.

Tears threaten to overflow and my chest heaves with the familiar sorrow that seizes my chest inexplicably. I was raised to never wear my emotions on my sleeves and composure in public was key. Yet I’m melting to the floor, seeking out the darkest corner of this space. Sadness is passing through like an unexpected rainstorm that even the weatherman failed to predict. Tears freely streaming down my face and I’m gasping for so much air over and over. Whispering to a devil that doesn’t exist trying to make blind deals for one more moment with you.