At the Airport

Here and almost gone. Nothing special has to happen. Their lives are connected beneath the everyday surface. Nothing has to change. Emotion evident in her eyes as they drop them at the airport. Nothing has to be said. Nothing can be said, only recognized in yourself. Their lives are what they become. Nothing is complete, the fullest moment fleeting. The present suffices, building on the past, hoping for the future, not counting on it for redemption.