Stationed here, I’ve seen people come and go, sharing hugs, kisses and tears. I have seen the exchange of spine-crushing embrace, cold withdrawal and dejected returnees.
Today, a couple cuddled in my presence, one sought every reason to pick at the partner’s hem, the other looked nervously around.
Nothing unusual here travelers turn out in different shades and mood.
Only, my memory will not lie still.
A week ago, she was in the embrace of another, sharing hugs, kisses and tears. Flecks of promises flittered around.
I am stationed at a departure lounge: I see the frailties of man.
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