Airports: Of Hugs And Detachment

On a warm sunny day,

I wake up with the fear of saying

goodbye. When thousands of

thoughts are blurring my vision,

I look in the mirror, and reflect upon the times we had spent together.

I come to the room to take a glance

at your sleeping face, the pair of

those eyes that resonate with

my kind of world, the lips that sing

hymn of love for me, the spaces between your fingers that

perfectly fits mine.


I am going to say goodbye to all

of these. It isn’t going to be easy

at all, I hope you know it’s heartbreaking and hard,

harder than I thought.

I open the wardrobe, and in a

fraction of seconds I know which

dress I must pick. I put on the red

lacy satin dress which you had

gifted me on our first date.

I want to live those moments

again, for one last time before

I bid adieu to not only you,

but the furry blanket which hugs

us with its open arms,

the closet that carries the scent

of our love, the pillow that has witnessed us dreaming to spend a

lifetime together, and to every corner

of the house that knows about us.


You cook me breakfast, pouring

your love with the ingredients.

You look me straight in the eye to

discover how afraid and restless I'm.

Our eyes meet and do all the talking

while my soul is craving for you.

You know well that I’m breaking from

inside, and my world is falling apart.


You pull me closer, hold me by my

waist, and we kiss. While the crevices

of our lips explore the profoundness

of our love, I break into tears.

Darling, your lips taste sweeter than

the sugar, but wouldn’t it be our last

kiss before I depart from the city that

feels like home because of you.

I sob and sob, you calm me down

like a mother calms her baby

in her bosom.


You come to see me off at the

airport, the place I didn’t want to go to

by choice, but destiny had some

other plans.

You look at me, I look at you,

and we hug for one last time.

I wish the moment freezes here

and the hug never breaks.

It isn’t just a hug, but my happy place, my go-to place where I can

dusrobe even my ugliest of

inhibitions.


My eyes are filled to the brim

with love, hope, and the dreams

we weaved together underneath the

starry skies.

I wish to have enough courage to

embrace this pain of separation

with a warming heart.

Our hands lose contact as I keep moving.

I badly want to look back,

but I know if it happens,

I will shatter to the core by looking

at your cute puppy face and the

labyrinth of memories we had

made.

Know that I love you,

wait for me until we meet again.


~ 𝙗𝙖𝙝𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙮𝙖𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙞𝙣, 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙧 𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙪𝙢 𝙝𝙞 𝙖𝙖𝙣𝙖



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