go-' unfinished business

Awhile ago i was smiling away.
i was drunk in my delightful dinner and my thoughts were afray.

But the moment has come-
"she'll be leaving in 2 mins!"
"hurry let's take the photos!"

The excitement in their voices, how was one going to guess they'll eventually cry?
Right then, when the voices echoed in the rather, empty terminal 3, regrets then finally
crept to my mind.


Watched me grow, watched me learn.
Cared for me even when i was unlovable.
Taught me, fooled around with me- stepped down from her seniority
showed me grace, more importantly, love.
As i watched her back, my heart started to ache.
What'll only be 3 months starts becoming forever.

Photos taken, it was almost time, almost time to go.
With the few seconds ticking away, she entrusted a hug to her old friends.
She turns around
she walks to me.

Both her arms were almost up, i could feel myself being drawn to a hug.
"Oh why should i be enjoying this, the rest she hugged were girls..."
"I'm a guy, I'll give it amiss."
I thought.

My right hand gripped the camera even tighter, my mouth opened...
"What?" i asked her, as if i couldn't figure why her arms were outstretched.

She broke a tear, she made a smile.
I was cold but nevertheless, still me.

She continues and gives our choir leader a hug, the song writer a hug, my cousin a hug...


She removes her crumpler from her right shoulder..
And wore it across her shoulders.

She turns,
she leaves.
The security checks her, and she proceeds through the sliding glass doors.
She takes the step that'll finally make the difference:
Now she'll be so far, and yet also
so far to me.

The unfinished business stirs in my chest.

It isn't fun to owe a hug after all.