Airport

I stand outside as the cars speed past me, the irritated drivers little more than a meter away not noticing the disjointed young man with his head hung low, staring down at the ground, as if it held some kind of distraction. I snap my head upward and hold my left index finger outwards and as I hear the bittersweet sound of aircraft engines warming up a cold shiver runs down my spine, from a sense of emptiness consuming my belly. A mere moment later, I see the airplane gain speed on the runway, the pilot suddenly seeming very akin to the drivers adjacent to me. I follow the speeding vessel down the runway with my finger, tracing it's path, wishing that I had some way to stop it from taking my greatest joy away, but as is expected, I am completely powerless to do anything but simply watch.

The plane is in the air now and I am leaning backwards, seeing it fly away, each passing second making it more and more impossible to feel anything but a incapacitating sense of utter hopelessness. Now, standing here alone, I whisper two syllables to the nothing around me-

"Goodbye."