My girlfriend lives in silence
And she speaks in signs.
Her phone vibrates a text.
“Flight LX327 to Zurich now boarding.”
We kiss. Sigh. Hold hands,
let go. Kiss once more.
She picks up her bag, turns to sign
“Good-bye. I love you.”
Her hands leave fingerprints in the air.
Sherry writes poetry as an excuse to hang out with the poets of County Waterford, Ireland.
“Bon voyage, mon ami!”
What an intimate portrait. So brief! So beautiful!
I feel like I was there, Sherry. Thank you.
Unfortunately, for some reason, the last line “Her hands leave fingerprints in the air.” got left off.
Such is the writing life!
Ah, I’m so sorry! I’m not sure how that happened… Such a good line, too.
I’m fixing it now!
Beautiful last line. Transforms it, Engages the senses.
Congratulations, Sherry. Intimate, loving 🥰 soundless exchange filled with feeling in contrast to the hub-bub of a noisy airport. Waving from Montana! Thank you. 💕
Read this while sipping a brown sugar half-and-half cortado at Salt Lake City airport. Lovely. Poetic.