I feel the loneliest at an airport
because my soulmate could be walking around
searching for me
and light up at the glimpse of my face,
stammering to find a conversation point;

or they are getting on a flight
after hearing my laugh
remembering the sound across the nation.

Do you ever have a moment
that suddenly it     SLAMS             into you
                                                             ­     you          are    alive.
And seven billion people     write the same story. You wonder,
  alone in the crowded Seattle-Tacoma airport, if someone
   will ever hold your empty heart       like the man in a gray business suit
   and the woman wearing a striped neckerchief. Will someone ever be upset your flight didn’t depart at the expected time, and give            the bouquet of rhododendrons to a stranger. Will someone               ever burst into a full sprint
upon first glance at you, deliriously happy that you are
      home.
Will someone ever    acknowledge that
  you are alive,   breathing for a change, wishing    for a slow dance,
loss of insanity. Will someone ever, in the passengers
   of the world,
                   notice you.

I'm here again back at the airport
running to see what i left behind
Months apart feel like years
Searching high and low and its you i find.

Completely broke with nothing but my heart
You see me and reach out to kiss
Our lips meet and time stands still
You fill my heart with joy its no longer an abyss

I smell your perfume, a fragrance so bold
I dare let go of your arm out of fear of being apart
Your lips taste just the same i've missed so bad
I dont care about anything else as its you i now hold

My heart is still racing around
you calm me down with a soft kiss
our hands so sweaty touch once again
I thought i lost my heart but its in your hands safe and sound

I know distance hurts believe me i've been a mess
The pain we once had has now vanished
you took my breathe away along with my tears
Now lets get you home and out of that dress

at night we look over the city
illuminated by a kind of shifting gold
it makes me fall in love with it
and all its beauty -
but most of all, i fall in love with
you and the way you share this with me;
this moment, this place, and yourself -
my heart feels like it wants to stay,
allow you to have me for the rest of our lives,
and my body is already leaving,
so close to the airport gate,
while you watch me with that look in your eyes
that makes me want to turn around
and wipe my tears and stay with you
for as long as our lives allow me to.
(another day will have to come for both of us;
we will not see the dawn together, but it will come)

Bag-drop. Check-in.
Hyphenated. Two syllables.
Security. A fat Scottish man,
A gentle caress of the inner thigh.
I retch violently.
Boarding, disembarking.
All I want in life is the back door.

The Rain tried to find its way into the very depth of the souls, sneering at the gloomy faces of people who were walking through water. Unexpectedly a sudden clear laugh of a boy who jumped into a puddle mocked all His aspirations.

With an increased force the Rain turned into a wall of water pushing the pedestrians into the open doors of the shops, blocking the traffic and confusing the air controllers at an airport nearby.

Seizing for a moment almost absolute power over the world, the Rain suddenly felt bored and first burst out into numerous crossing lines, then calmed down and throwing the last blast of wind with water drops at the running boy, He sighed in despair and having banged few open windows He disappeared, staying for a moment in thick eye-lashes of a girl who was adjusting her make up.

Waiting at the airport is bittersweet.
For you watch the planes sit lonely on the tarmac, and with the knowing feeling that in half an hour, 5 hours; in a handful of time, it will be gone.

All the space, matter, whispers, hushes will be swept up before your goodbye felt like it even existed in the very first place.

this is the last call
i try to get the last of everything
the last of the cold breeze
perhaps some fire of your anger
and of my own eyes
(they will not exist tomorrow)

for passengers of flight -
did the sun forget to wake up?
all i can see is shadows!
and the lamps only pierce me deeper
but never through the hollowness

please proceed to -
no, don't tell me to go
don't tell me i have to
i'd go between highway lines again
if it means home

thank you