Poem #2

I remember running late to the airport
I remember the anxiety of being left behind
I remember the heartbreak of leaving my homeland
I remember the warm streams of tears pouring down my face at the gate
I remember falling asleep in sorrow burrowed between an empty row of seats
I remember waking up with swollen eyes filled with more tears
I remember the fear of the unknown ahead of me
I remember being alone during the layover
I remember being perplexed by my surroundings
I remember the strange smells
I remember that feeling of change, of forward and upward movement, transforming from fear to fascination