Excerpt From A Sad Account #3

by niallkillian

On the first day, we met in the baggage hall of the regional airport

You’d flown in from your place, and me from mine. You arrived first.

I saw you across the carousel, bag in hand. I’d missed you so much

We embraced, careful not to show affection in strangers’ company

You were thirsty, we got orange juice, then we caught a green cab.