And they cannot look away for if they do and cross paths with a wall that reflects all it sees and it shows the truth

I remember when I knew that you'd be leaving, how I barely kept up breathing and I bet if I had to do it all again, I'd feel the same pain. And I remember panicked circles in the terminal in tears. How I wept to god in fits. I've hated airports ever since. It must be true what people say, that only time can heal the pain. And every single day I feel it fade away, but -