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?”