At The Airport.

I'm seated at the airport.

T had forgotten to bring her bank draft so she went home to get it and is on the way back.

Throngs of people weave in and out of the glass orifices.

Momentarily, I am taken to the time when You left, when I did not send you off.

As you piled your bags and wheeled them towards the conveyor belts,

As you nestled within the seat,

As you nodded off mid-flight,

Did You think of me?

As if on cue, a call interrupted my thoughts.

T has returned and is about to check in. She has cozy Business Class seats.

Adieu, my Twin.

And Adieu, You.