Dreaming

Pearly white gates of the airport, the last place I thought I'd be standing with you. 

He takes my clenched hands, unfolding them in his. Our eyes are sending signals and I knew I should have learned morse code before this moment. But it's too late. 

It's too late and he feels the weight of those words. He wraps his newly stiff arms around my back and begs my heart to lighten up if only for a moment. 

"But darling, I'm just flying south for the winter."  He whispers, "Come June the snow will melt and the flowers will stick their pretty little faces out of the gloom and I'll be running off a plane to get back to you."

He squeezed me in for one last moment. One last sign. One last glimmer of hope to make the snow worth it. He tapped his lips to my forehead in the shortest show of affection, to place the softest kiss on my trembling nerves. 

and all at once his suit coat was trailing behind a mass of people in bright colors and nice shoes. All rolling their dues to escape the same world. 

"Take care of him" I try to whisper but only mouth, "he's one of the good ones."