Forty

At the airport
we are all lovers.
All ones who are
leaving someone behind.
We kiss at the curb
And say the things
we should have mentioned
earlier. And we sit at the gate,
already missing the ones
we kissed and wishing we had
hugged them a little harder,
memorized their faces a little better.

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