Was sorrow, parting her at that airport

security’s departure check - we watched

soon-to-be cloven couples neck, a short

and slight bit forced ungrappling - I was touched.

We claimed, before our turn before the gates,

a bench far from them all. And full of laughter,

we kissed, retained spirits, postponed fates

by eyeing clocks - those weeks we longed after.

Now, posed here face-to-face like superstars,

some other couple full of tears embraced.

We faltered when we saw how, half-bit farce,

our farewells shared amongst us all enlace.

Our parting such distention: naked hug

nagged-at then, slightly touching, these hands tug.

Copyright 2004, Ryland J. Kayin Lee

(cannot be published without permission from the author)

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