The leaving.
It asks more of me now
the goodbye pierce heavier
This time, something happened that caught me off guard.
I cried in the airport.
Uncontrollably.
I remembered.
The first time I left home for France.
I cried so hard I could barely board the plane. Once I was in my seat, before takeoff, a flight attendant came over and gently asked if I was all right, if I wanted to get off.
Forty years later.
The arrivals and departure no longer travel alone. They carry everything
that came in between.
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