airport
a guard at the security checkpoint pushed my baggage along the conveyor belt, and looked at me:
"aww, oh honey, don't cry, you can come back!"
there was nothing teasing or mocking in her voice. it was sweet and soothing, like a sisterah.
i laughed.
"i know," i said, "and i will be."
i turned to look back at him. i saw his burgundy corderoy shirt, but i couldn't even look him in the eyes. i could have, even if my eyes hadn't been blurred by tears. but i just couldn't.
my eyes always give away too much. even though he knows just about everything, i'm always afraid that my eyes will betray some secret that i may not even even know that i'm holding. i get shy, and look away.
i blow a kiss, and cry my way to gate 35. the crying doesn't stop.
the rain increased from a drizzle to a steady pace that i hadn't yet seen on the west coast. we wouldn't call it a downpour in new jersey, but perhaps they do in san diego.
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