It is not a cliff,  it is not the end of a continent 

 

it is, instead,  an abstract idea- the cusp of the horizon

 

We consider it at the beginning or end of long trips,

headed out or headed home

 

Some of us get wistful at those moments

the gentle colors of dawn or dusk reminding us of past travel 

other drives and people we knew,  but now do not 

 

Every airport terminal has a lane for those leaving:

 

                                                                                Departures 

 

None of them has an area designated for regrets  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


thanks to marku  for the title