At the Airport
Those who arrive
Smile guardedly
Not seeing yet
Yet being seen
Those who depart
Cry guiltily
Not missing yet
Yet being missed
But we are playing
In the maze of floors
Dipping our fingers
In laughter and tears
Without luggage
We keep raising
Our own suspicions
Elevators elevate
Escalators escalate
Departing
While arriving
©2010 Dosia McKay
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Music Well - Dosia McKay, Composer, Painter, Writer 
How Pretty!
Very aptly stated. Tears, smiles while happy and sad. The airport has it all. 🙂