It is still clean cut, from the many years ago,
Although the employer did somehow manage
To tear it quite poorly
Over the very clear,
Enunciated,
Dotted line.
Looking at it incites nausea –
A dizzying,
Turbulent,
Take-off,
Its memory scattered by
The damp and unappetizing
Meals, somehow given
Unironically
By the apparently oblivious airline.
Looking at it ignites heartache –
A dejecting,
Tearful,
Leave,
Its reminiscence decorated by
The dreadful and guilty
Hugs, somehow given
Unironically
By a conflicted, past me.
But most triumphantly, looking at it kindles comfort –
A tender,
Fond,
Embrace,
Its recollection pointing at
The passionate and heartfelt
Moments with a million arrows, undoubtedly given
Authentically
By my sincere, cherished family.
I lift my head, said boarding pass in hand,
Facing the place I’d betrayed,
Eager to inhale the fresh aromas of the family recipes
Eager to hear the constant chatter of the younger cousins
Eager to lay foot on the impeccable but slightly old, wooden floors
Once again.
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