Flight of hope

Sitting. Waiting in a departure
area.
A dismal temperature,
with an icy bitterness, lingers
in this lifeless lounge.
A fretful flight is soon to
leave, to a place of
uncertainty.

My body shivers in this frosty
silent atmosphere.
Quietness is broken
by icicles weeping from
frozen hearts which shatter
hitting the ground.

With tepid breath, I break the
ice, with a frigid fellow follower.
Trembling, as I do.

With our chattering teeth,
we converse with one another
of our arctic anguish of
love lost.

With a blanket of warm words,
we wrap our hearts, to
help thaw out troubled
thoughts.

Chilly air evaporates,
A comforting ripple of gentle
heat, weaves through us.
Bellowing out a bleak
burrowed blueness.

Upon our arrival at the innominate
terminus.

Signs read:

' Nothing to declare' 'Anything to declare'

We saunter..

Both declaring that, our baggage contains:

Shared, saddened stories of
experiences, of hearts which
were once frozen.

And in a small holdalls, two affable
souls, have sealed a sizzling
spirited and fermented
friendship.