FOUR INTERNATIONAL AIRPORTS
Today I cried my way through four international airports
I don’t remember how I arrived at my final destination
Or when the Spanish turned to French
Or how I took shuttles and sky trains
Or how I found those A B C and D gates
Today I cried my way through four international airports
The stares of passengers, passing me by
The intercom announcements in search of travelers testing time
The airplane pretzels I can’t choke down
Today I cried my way through four international airports
You can trace those tears right back to you
To those departures doors where I said I love you
To the second person to ever hear me say those words. Those three words
To the last person who will ever hear me say those three words
Today I cried my way through four international airports.
They say journeys end in lovers meeting, so why am I still in motion.
Posted Sep 4, 2020, 5:04 AM UTC
" The airplane pretzels I can’t choke down "
That was my favorite line. Something about it felt... real. Sometimes it's those weird little details that impart that sense of deep connection. The thing that makes you feel it.
I'm not sure the repetition of the first line necessarily works. Sometimes a repeated line works because each time it's repeated it imparts different meanings. Sometimes it works because there's something particularly impactful about the line. Something unsettling/haunting. I didn't really get a sense of that here.
" To those departures doors where I said I love you
To the second person to ever hear me say those words. Those three words
To the last person who will ever hear me say those three words "
I wasn't sure if you were going for melodramatic here. I can't quite tell. On one hand, it does seem like you're in on it. You claim you'll never say 'I love you' again, but this is the second time you've said it to somebody, suggesting you're aware that this isn't some "first love, nothing will ever be like this again" young love. But the self-aware melodramatic tone doesn't fit with the rest of your poem, so that makes me inclined to think it wasn't meant as such. In that case, I feel like it detracts from the poem.
All great points, thank you! I will definitely build on this.