Airports always make me cry.
I wish I knew the reason why.
Maybe it’s because airports mean leaving.
And for me, leaving always means grieving.
Every time the plane lifts into the air,
I’ve always said a little prayer.
I’ve done this for as long as I can remember,
Prayed for everyone to return safe to their loved one or family member.
I would say one for myself, ask for safety in the form of a prayer.
But now as the flight takes off I realize I don’t even care.
So maybe that’s why airports make me cry,
Because that’s where I realized I don’t care if I die.