Airport

We hug goodbye to happiness
And the facade of a perfect family
And drive away from the airport.
Nothing has shifted,
Nothing is changed.
We walk through the door
One at a time
And go our separate directions
To separate rooms
And lead our separate lives
Until we cross paths with anger
And hateful words,
With slamming doors
And blaring television programs
Talking of battles on the
Other side of the world,
And I
Am still here
Wondering if anything happy ever lasts,
If this is what all houses conceal.
Revelation: this is not how it should be.