we shared
an elevator
something in that
allowed him
to share his trip
with me
a messy break up
a near
restraining order
restrained
by covid
she moved
six months later
she reached out
he flew
from new york
to dallas
they had
a rekindling
he offered
to move
she wasn’t ready
he was slighted
reslighted
so he took comfort
in a stranger
in an airport
terminal elevator
poor bastard
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…..i worked for 16 years at an international airport….it is a ‘liminal space’ literally and figuratively, having left where you were but not yet arrived where you are heading you share with fellow wanderers things that dangle unresolved and both move forward looking for that elusive destination that is still ‘out of sight’ ……beautiful capture mike
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it felt odd yet comfortable roaming as he told me. he knew he’d never see me again and felt free. that’s cool.
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