I am
Like an airport
A resting point
A stop to recuperate
A place to find fuel
To prepare for the next journey
But never to stay
Men come
Soaring on their planes of love
Only to touch down, crash, fall
Onto my landing strip
I take them inside
I let them rest their bodies on my spine
Use my provisions to become nourished
Some stay for a short time, desperately running to their next flight
Some stay for a long time, waiting patiently for their plane
None ever stay
When the next plane of love arrives to their gate
They pack their things
They walk away
They never want to stay
Onto greater things
Greater than a temporary resting point
Anxiously awaiting their final flight
Looking for bigger and better destinations
Than an airport that easily bores
Looking to find the plane of true love
Where they soar forever in the sky
Never to be seen again
Forgetting all about the airport
That fixed them
And nourished them
And calmed their souls
Maybe
The airport longed for someone to stay
For someone who did not want to leave
I am
Like an airport