The White Zone Is For Loading and Unloading Only

So there I was, standing alone at Terminal B
and I kept watching for a while, even after you were out of sight
I didn't really think you'd suddenly change your mind
but something wouldn't let me leave just yet

Just 5 minutes before, you had been standing right here
up on your toes, arms around my neck,
face buried in my right shoulder

you had raised your face and said,
"you know a part of me will always love you  ..."


I didn't need to reply with,
"... but it's not enough to make you stay."

We've both known that conversation by heart for a long time now
so it was silent as we stood there, still
until you pulled away, sighed, and said
"you know me, never one for the sentimental ..."
I gave a half-hearted smile and nodded goodbye

When you turned and walked away
I relived that long talk over cheap beers
when we said so many words about the words you couldn't say
You had said, "Besides, I'm not the staying kind"
and I had replied, "but won't you own up to what I know you feel?"
You didn't deny it, but even then I knew
that you were slipping through my hands

Then I snapped out of the daydream
and found myself standing in the same spot
alone on the squeaky clean tile floor of the concourse
and even though no one was there to hear it,
I said, "I know, and part of me will always love you too."