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[kohaku]

Arrivals I

The plane meets
It's reflection on the wet
Runaway, then crosses
To where I wait
Behind plate glass.

I watch
With a mixture of longing and despair
As you re-enter
The real world.

All we have is each other.
I sometimes wonder
If that is enough;
Whether being together
Enlarges or diminishes grief.

- Stewart Conn