Terminal

I stood at the airport carousel waiting.
I was outside looking down
seeing how solitary my world had become.
Where had all the other passengers gone?
Then suddenly the airport was full of people.
The carousel was full of baggage.
Nothing but black suitcases and overnight bags.
And it no longer mattered which one you grabbed.
One by one, they were taken.
Some out the doors to loved ones,
others onto Ubers & taxis,
and still more onto connecting flights.
I stood there for hours watching
until there was only one—
locked with a name I couldn’t decipher.
It must be mine, I thought, so I sprang it open.
What I found inside
were the signs of your departure
and a bag full of tears.