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Walking to the terminal

His hand holding mine

I offer him a sip

So far we are fine



Laughing and giggling

Sharing the time

Like so many moments

This one is sublime



Then he dead stops

Looking to his wrist

A panicked look crosses

He starts to persist



Down we are flying

People’s faces unclear

Slowing pace slightly

Finally we are here



I show my ticket first

He then follows through

But all of a sudden

A crowd breaks through



I can feel his grip give

My hand’s slipping away

Fingers tips touching

Our world in disarray



I look to his eyes

A sad glint displayed

As my arm goes limp

His face seems afraid





I don’t understand

I begin to race

Up and down the airport

Looking for his face



But each glance I take

Every terminal I cross

He does not stand

I’m feeling a loss



Compelled to keep searching

I run on still

My body out of breath

Though high mental will



Back and forth

Repeating my trail

I keep on looking

For his face to prevail



‘Though I feel lost

Forgotten, alone

I seem to deny

The words he’d shown



“I’m sorry” his whisper

As he let my hand free

Going through the terminal

And without me













Inspired by:/Dedicated to: Geoffery Michael Stevens

Created on: October 2, 2008 – 02:52