This was written on my way to see my long distance girlfriend of four years, noting the dichotomy of emotions between extreme ecstasy to see her, and yet overbearing grief knowing that I had to leave in only a few days.
-Gate 28-
Time stands still
Yet rushes still
As I sit and I wait
At “Gate 28”
A man
Erect with pride
And rose in hand
He stands with confidence
Face cannot, will not reverse his smile
His clothes are clean, pressed and tucked
Hair done, breath checked, heart pounding
A stream of people enter the terminal
None his, not her, can’t wait
His palms sweat, cheeks flush
Eyes scan the jetway, gotta be her
She exits, anticipation in her eyes
Love in her heart
He stands and smiles, so noble
She shrieks and runs
Unite and embrace
Together again, happy again
Time stands still
Yet rushes still
As I sit and I wait
At “Gate 28”
A woman
Sagged by tears
And picture in hand
She hugs him with hopelessness
Face cannot, will not reverse her frown
His clothes are clean, fatigues are tucked
Duffel bag in tow, heart pounding
A stream of people enter the jetway
Including her’s, has to be him
Her eyes flow, chin shakes
Their lips engage a final time
And he leaves, promising a return
But the love hurts
And he stands, trying to smile
He turns and walks away
No more embrace, love apart
Away again, sad again
And time stands still
Yet rushes still
As I sit and I weep
At “Gate 28”
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