Washington State

My mother drove me to the airport

with the windows rolled down.

I had only a few bags.

I felt a thrill of genuine fear

it chilled me more than the freezing wind.

“Tell me how your flight was.”

I put my head down on my arm.

“Why’d you come here, then?”

“You were over there.”

I could leave him alone.

I would leave him alone.

“Do you want me to come with you?”