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There is a suitcase in your hand,
And a film of tears blinding your
The salt lingers on your lips, my lips
Like a final gift, a reminder of your
I savour the taste, and sink into the
Our fingertips linger on cheeks and
I'm weak and seasick, our hearts
reside in our stomachs,
Deep indigo marks in the crook of
The sweet collarbone, your warm
Skin slides past skin as we distance
A distance expanding with each
We step back to gaze, eye to eye,
My soul is screaming, can't you hear
You blink, and I want to catch that
To return it home and break its fall,
It collides with a tiled floor,
I swear I hear it shatter...
The terminal terminates us,
Why else call it that?