By Gala
Date: 25 March 2001
Lovers At The Airport
I saw masses of humanity,
all bound for spots
exotic or mundane,
friends, families,
business men and women---
and oh yes...lovers.
There were a lot of those,
some taking off together
with those calm easy smiles
born of being used to being together.
I watched one man waiting,
a rose in his hand,
impatient,
his eyes going from one face to the next,
until SHE passed the gate.
She didn't fly into his arms,
but she walked faster
and they met in an embrace
that lasted just a beat longer
than it could of,
rich with unspoken "God, I missed you",
with I love you,
and you look so damned good
tossed in for texture.
Another couple was locked in an embrace,
and you just knew one was leaving,
and neither wanted to let go,
and it was beautiful
and just a little painful to watch.
I thought of you,
and wanted to be the first couple,
with the parting over
and a night or lifetime open before them.
I wanted to be the second---
because the love was tangible,
and they were beyond caring
about what was polite.
You're not supposed to be
so blatantly besotted,
so completely consumed,
and the coming goodbye
was something I could feel.
As I left the terminal I wondered
which one was sitting in the dark,
listening to a love song,
and still tasting that last kiss.
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