Airports.
They reek.
Of goodbyes and departures.
However,
They're also filled with love,
And beautiful homecomings.
Hellos and goodbyes,
Complete opposites,
Yet so similar.
Jointly accompanied,
With hugs and tears,
Smiles and kisses.
The future is the only difference.
One devoid of presence,
And one full of it.
I much prefer hellos.
There's no feeling quite like the one
Of running to a loved one's open arms.
There is no greater feeling,
Than to feel the love.
Than to give it,
And receive it.
Of course,
Goodbyes are filled with love too.
But it's not the same.
Goodbyes are sad,
Sorry affairs.
No,
I much prefer hellos.