Crying at the Airport
They mourn the loss of
Purity and achievement
They scream for a permanent
Release from their real lives
They ask for one more day
Or invite from their beloved
To adventure with them in
To the abyss of time
I have no time to waste saying
Goodbye to you, no
Tears to shed, this was fun
She said as she packed her case and
pretended
Not to care as they both boarded coaches
that would
Take them back to reality.
“I forgot I could do that” she said to us
outside the bungalow, “connect to someone
else
in the short term, just pretend we live her
in the bubble, like this is all
There is”
But there is more than stolen
Kisses, from a man promised to Paris
And game play. “ I am an adult woman
What do I need with a teenage fumble and
Kisses on the shoulders and back.”
Soon she will find someone to
Match her enthusiasm
And kindness and this
Will no longer be negative
Or a signifier. Kindness is
A plus. No need for the
Intricacies of confusion
And sour taste.
She will succeed in all
Areas, she is just that
Kind of girl. She star in her
Own life.
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