Footsteps flow like cascades down busy corridors
up and down automatic stairs
luggage-d and billeted, worries and smiles;
the vaulted ceiling fills with noise, and nearby
the rails still beckon the faraway;
still enchant the wanderer's spirit.
The oval dome holds us like a hive
and the constant swell of human sounds
fade into a buzzing hiss.
We settle eyes to eyes
a final touch before leaving
a kiss that will be remembered
as empty air fills your space
leaves wet traces- your last kiss...
we both turn to go,
carrying so much more than before...
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