Sunday, April 02, 2006

At the airport

She watched me
When they checked my luggage,
She watched me
When they checked my papers.

Whenever I looked back
I saw her sad looks,
Her eyes meeting mine in despair.
At the gate I waved at her

Wishing her a goodbye
And a kiss in the air.
She waved back,
With tears falling from eyes.

We knew we'd never meet again.
I had to leave. But her life
Seemed to be cut short.
Like a dead statue she stood still.

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