Airport Reflections

I see you stand outside the airport, luggage in hand.

Time has passed by us like seeping hour glass sand.

And you look a little tired, your hair really grew.

You look different from the last time I saw you.

I think, how could it be? Four months ago?

That we said goodbye and my heart sank low.

It's December now and an airplane brought you here.

And I now my eyes begin to tear-

as I jump out of the car! (We hug)

And the strings of my heart are tugged,

As you scream, I am home! I am home!

I don't think I could say in music, art or poem,

What it meant to touch and breathe and hear,

And to finally be near.

A Philadelphia air port brought me to ponder:

What can replace a friend?

What can make a broken heart mend?

Why do we say so little hello's and so many goodbyes?

Why do we let so much time pass us by?

What makes us leave a place?

Why do we part from a loved one's face?

If we have found true friendship somewhere,

Why do we look for it someplace else?

We pile your luggage into the car and speak:

And I swear, it feels like it did before we were miles a part.

It feels like again, it's just the start.

I close my eyes and I find peace.

I find calm and release.

For the first time in months I smile and sigh,

Because on this night in the airport,

I am yours again. And friend, how you are mine.