Airports
I still taste you in the airport air,
every time I land back home.
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It was easy, doing the math, that summer.
On one side of the equation: you and me.
On the other: the world.
No one faulted me for my decision.
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There are worlds without you that I still have not seen,
and there is a world with you, that I lost the right to see.
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I don't know which one I wish for, but I know this:
Every back road feels like nostalgia strangling me for those long summer nights,
Every restaurant feels like a movie montage of bad meals and good conversations,
Every house in this town could have been the one we lived in.
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Every dream I have is still alive,
except for the ones I never dreamed of you and me.
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I dream now, for you and me.
Author's Note: Apologies for the odd stanza breaks, except this website hates me and wouldn't let me space normally, nor just use hyphens. I swore I'd never write fanfic poetry again - and I don't think this counts, since I just happened to write it, then realized it was Luke and Rachel.