~I actually got first for senior poetry for this piece of crapola, and third in the district contest. You're probably as surprised as I am. Anyways, see if you can figure out which situation inspired me to write it...haha =) I will probably rewrite it someday because one judge commented that the "useof overly figurative langauge threatens to overwhelm the simple beauty of the poem" And I agree...cheesiness makes me cringe...haha~

The Airport

In the early morning,
There was moist fog outside the airport.
Inside we stood with our reddened eyes,
Passing our embraces around,
With camera flashes catching the last feeble smiles.
Nearby, the gates with the baggage check loomed:
An entry to a place unseen; unheard.
My hand reached out for his hand again,
Then I sought a last red-eyed glance
But the gates engulfed him into what was unknown to me.
I watched the nape of his neck bobbing and
The crowd on the other side
Blocked my view, my life,
While the gates through which I could not enter mocked my trembling frown
And the murmurs of the airport continued as I stood

Alone

In the airport

Empty,

Hollow.