The goodbyes were torment
One by one
They made their way
Through the sliding glass doors
Then disappeared
Into the crowds of
Frustrated travelers
And in their wake
Left a void within me
And an absence that invited
An unbearable chill
I stood in concealed sadness
Wide hopeful dark brown
Peasant eyes
In a child-like fashion
I prayed for a chance at ecstasy
I prayed for my comrades  
To march back through those
Sliding glass doors
And sneak me away.