I introduced the romantic notion
of an airport kiss.
The type of thing you’d expect to
see in a romantic comedy on the
She lands in a snow storm. He is
waiting where he can see them
At the last minute he thought it’d
be cute to bring a name sign like
they do in the movies.
The door opens. People stir. It
takes a minute or two before
He sees her. She looks around. Her
eyes stop when she sees the sign
handwritten in black marker,
She smiles and their eyes meet.
We joked about an airport kiss
while deep down inside we were
secretly wondering if we’d
ever meet again someday.
Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)
I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)