O'Hare Unease

We met at the airport oasis once.
It was by chance, even though we planned ahead.
Looking each other in the eyes,
we carried on like it was fine (like we were fine).

Smiling and laughing because it seemed like the right thing to do.

But we both knew.

We both knew.

Knew that like the plane she would leave on,
A part of us, each of us, is gone (taken away) by a force greater than our own.


We carried on the conversation just as we carry on our lives.


But we both know (it's always in the back of our minds and sometimes even the fronts).
A part of us is missing, a part of us is gone.