Airport- a place where dreams fly and loved ones cry

I rushed into the airport gate.

My chest was stiff, no don’t turn back.

I slipped my hand into my purse and I put on my sunglasses. There was no sun, but there was a reason that my eyes are dipped in sorrow, but silence is the only luggage I own.

I felt his presence. But I didn't want to say goodbye. I said to him to look for the good, in goodbye.

I boarded the plane.

The attendant gave us emergency escape instructions. Well is there an emergency exit for my heart to jump off the plane?

All I wondered was

The airport is the place where families meet, and where melancholy seeps into the air-conditioned rooms.

Tears flow from clouds to the moisture on my plane window. As I sank into it. Hoping to see tiny you lost in the miniature city.

When my tears couldn't find a way to escape. I looked at the clouds.

We were dancing with rain, but memories are a double-edged sword.

You cherish them, but then they hurt you.

Plane landed

I got down the plane, trying to think of the future this new place holds.

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