I'm writing to explain why I couldn't look back that day I left you at the airport. If I had looked, I would've fallen to my knees and screamed for you not to get on the plane. I would've never been able to get up. I'd still be stuck in the carpet all these years later like a wad of gum turned black.
Funny how it's called terminal. Airports have so many damned terminals.
I thought I was supposed to keep living without you, but that was impossible. So, I just pretended to be alive and I walked. To do this, I could not look. You would've shattered the pretense and that was all there was left of me.