The airport is the best place to cry.
No one asks,
No one soothes.
Strangers don’t gawk —
Just nod in understanding,
Story forming in their mind.
“She just said goodbye
to someone she loves,”
They comfort themselves,
“She’s lucky to feel that.
It’s not goodbye forever.
Bittersweet, not tragic.”
Relieved of obligation
By such rosy assumptions,
They politely avert their gaze.
You can shuffle through security,
Openly grieving.
No need to explain.
About the Creator
Veronica Wren
Trauma sucks, recovery shouldn't.
Displaced survivor. Ex-cop turned activist researcher. Investigating abusive systems harming our health.
Forever wishing I could recover my old Vocal + account.
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