Airports

If incomplete sentences and unfinished stories were a place they would be an airport!

All those hesitant eyes and shaky legs.

All those people looking behind, just to ensure they won’t miss out on those last bits of nothingness.

Impatient families pacing back and forth waiting to catch a glimpse of their long awaited son, daughter, or even third degree relative.

Those uncountable bags that fail to carry all the memories.

Those bags that force you to choose between what’s precious, so you can leave it behind and put what’s sacred instead.

Those bags that we wish carried people and places instead of unfinished perfume bottles that smell a little like our loved ones.

If the airport could write, it would only write run on sentences, full of commas and semi columns, stories that are taking their last breaths, yet still believe they might have a firm grip.....