kisses on the glass
May. 3rd, 2005 09:37 pm"And as I walk out on to the runway, I can see you at that big glass wall that runs all the way along, with all the fingerprints on it... and kisses on the glass, everyone saying goodbye through the glass, because of terrorism... so you can't hold anyone up till the last minute, you have to leave them at the big glass wall that runs all the way along... and kiss them through the glass, and try to tell them stuff... "I love you! Don't forget me!" And you can still smell their hair on your cheeks, and feel the shoulders of their jacket, that nice brown wool... "I love you...!" And as I walk out onto the runway I smell the air and I try to remember it... I'm never coming back here again."
- Elizabeth, The Syringa Tree