I’m watching another couple say good-bye. Love, that’s rough. She pulls out a tissue and turns her head. A blond wisp of hair falls free of her hat. Her glasses are foggy, her face red. Her eyes are glowing with the glisten of distance. Separation.
His hood is up. He cracks jokes, smiles, kisses her forehead. She smiles through her tears. Later she’ll cry aloud. She blows her nose, stands on her tippy toes for a kiss then buries her head in his jacket. She’s been thinking of this moment since its conception.
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