“Write to me everyday”, he said.
I nodded- Words stuck like a broken down car on a lonely highway.
I stood near the ‘Ticketed passengers only’ sign watching him walk the long corridor to his flight until he was a speck…in my eye.
I went back to our empty apartment. Each day a penance until his return.
19 years later:
“Text me everyday”, he says.
I watch him walking the long corridor to his flight until he’s a speck…and break into a jig.
Each day is going to be a party!
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