At The Airport

 At the airport… 

“…stopping to tie my shoes after passing through the police. The train ride was calm, the onward bus was full, I was focused on making it on time… I passed through security and stopped for a moment, looking at the restaurants and this feeling rose in my chest… last time I was here, I was waiting my turn to board, drinking coffee that tasted like pain… today my tears flow unstoppably… like last time, and the time before… this ride is painful… it’s sad again… they’re really not here anymore… and she won’t give me her kiss on my forehead or her caress on my hair when we wake up in the morning… ever again… I feel an immeasurable sadness… I feel an emptiness in the space of my heart…

I miss you Mom, so much…”