There is a bit of a metaphor in us...a bit of a theme. A recurrence, a meme. A view that if perceived outside of this relationship would mutter "ah, this makes sense now."
But while in it there is some challenge at seeing it like I do.
You are an airport to me. A departure. An arrival. A missed connection. A luxurious upgrade. The beauty (and that is the critical word here, for it is quite beautiful) is the completely unexpected experience that you bring...will you even arrive, will you show up?
I have wandered many airports without you, and I've called you many times from them. The association is very complete...I am transient. I am mobile. You remain unwavering, wherever you are. I rotate around you, like John Donne's Compass, and you suddenly become the Sun to my world. I revolve around you.
I miss you most when I am surrounded by people. I am alone when I am amongst the many. Clearly the dichotomy of being around others but feeling most lonely against them is enough to say that you cut through the time, the distance, the geography. You become the destination. You become home.
That is a dangerous power.
That is a way to invade me unequaled.
You invade me like something undiscovered but yearned for forever.
You are why I glide through and march with the others and carry the bags and hopefully enter the shape of a door and walk through it to find you.
Because the only thing worse than departing from you is the chance that I never return to you.
And the only thing better than returning to you is the chance to do it again...and again...and again.
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