We both stood there, divided by the black conveyer belt,
Unclaimed baggage, our divorces, the septic pain we felt.
We remained distant, as though our pains would react
to each other, and char our recently drawn pact.
Pact that defined pain, its extent detailed
Permissible hurt was defined, clear and dry.
To cross these, would mean, “we failed.”
Our caution typical of once bitten, twice shy!
2 weeks ago