The Terminal Terminates

This is that second you have to leave, the second you lose sight of them, the second they are miles away I don't cope well, so I write about it.

There is a suitcase in your hand, 
And a film of tears blinding your  
eyes, 
The salt lingers on your lips, my lips  
Like a final gift, a reminder of your  
presence, 
I savour the taste, and sink into the  
heat 
Our fingertips linger on cheeks and  
bare shoulders, 
I'm weak and seasick, our hearts  
reside in our stomachs, 
Deep indigo marks in the crook of  
your neck, 
The sweet collarbone, your warm  
scent  
Skin slides past skin as we distance  
ourselves, 
A distance expanding with each  
passing second, 
We step back to gaze, eye to eye, 
My soul is screaming, can't you hear  
it? 
You blink, and I want to catch that  
tear, 
To return it home and break its fall, 
It collides with a tiled floor, 
I swear I hear it shatter... 
  
The terminal terminates us, 
Why else call it that? 

Author's Note

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