The airport is the best place to cry. No one asks, No one soothes.
Strangers don’t gawk — Just nod in understanding, Story forming in their mind.
“She just said goodbye to someone she loves,” They comfort themselves, “She’s lucky to feel that. It’s not goodbye forever. Bittersweet, not tragic.”
Relieved of obligation By such rosy assumptions, They politely avert their gaze.
You can shuffle through security, Openly grieving. No need to explain.