Something funny about airports
My childhood
Teenage independence
Young Adulthood
Two hours
I said goodbye to you
One week from now
I’ll see you again
But airports are funny
My body thinks I’m leaving you
Until next summer
My body’s been conditioned
To believe goodbye means indefinitely
I know you may not get it
And that’s okay
Please don’t think I’m being clingy
When I say “I’ll miss you”
The fiftieth time
It’s just a Proustian moment
juicy mint chewing gum
with crackling eardrums
Sends me back in time
To that funny thing about airports
Where hellos are met with goodbyes
Impatiently, I wait
When the goodbye is met with hello