Catching Plane
Checked baggage. Shoes in tub. Gate found. Time to spare. We roam the airport. I reach for your hand as if you were still three; you pull away and grimace; after all, you’re 11 years and 12 days. I choose People over Us, Reese’s over Snickers. Glance at you, looking at caps, When was it, exactly... Sign in to see full entry.