My breath still tightens when I pass through security.
The original landmarks no longer there,
But the sentiment stays the same.
That children’s playground where I regained my innocence,
The layover where I felt your heart race too,
Running for a flight I no longer wanted to take,
The last time I did not know your last name,
The last time I could believe everything is random.
Comings, goings, boarding, waiting.
Always only just longing for homecoming.