Airport
By Jenna Howieson
It may look like just a building,
But in truth it’s so much more.
You’re never the same person twice,
When you pass through the doors.
You may be headed for departures,
With grand adventure up ahead.
Or returning home from far and wide,
To a familiar bed.
Some greeted by lovers,
Who have longed to reunite.
Others carry heavy hearts,
Goodbyes fading out of sight.
Strangers become companions,
Paths momentarily intertwined.
As they seek out fresh beginnings,
Leaving their former selves behind.
It may look like just a building,
A means to get from A to B.
But it’s a time machine and heart breaker,
And where I am truly me.
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