“your smile is not worth these east coast skylines.”
and so i wait at the terminal, looking at all the others. new parents, wrestling new children into new strollers. old lovers, with interlaced fingers and eyes for no one else. small children, with their dolls and action figures, with their dreams still in the dark room, still developing. the lonely ones and the ones who never made it, reading their books, watching the sky, mourning their wasted chances and failed attempts, wondering. the ones who got away, asking themselves if they made a mistake, and the ones who lost them, telling themselves they should’ve tried harder.
