Sonder – Jenna Treen

I have known the lingering heartache of planes, 

Unwavering in their consistency, solitude of purse and suitcase, 

All the severity of gray carpet and uniform seats, 

Confined in gigantic bustling buildings,  

Comfortless hallway, concrete, terminal, 

The unrelenting isolation of lines and crowds, 

Continuous landing, standby, takeoff, 

Constant flow of lives without intersection. 

And I have felt the sorrow of goodbye, 

Embracing arms entwined like unmoving roots, 

Disconnect, drift apart for a final farewell, 

Gaze upon a delicate fountain and green plastic tree, 

A tear falls, now lost in a never-ending absence.