With every swish of the glass doors sliding open
of joyful reuniting
of a hopeful new beginning
of a sorrow shared
of a journey begun or ended.
In short bursts the stories come through the doors and down the walk way
the one they love, the one they missed , the one they came to see, the one they came back to, the one they came to help, to comfort, to hold.
hundreds of stories hang in the space between the people
in the airport