Farthest

He gets in the security line for the plane and I don't even wait to see him walk through the door, just wave goodbye to his back. It's only when I get back in my car and see his orange college sweatshirt carelessly crumpled on the passenger seat that pain fills my chest and all the anger and hate of the last few months fills the cauldron of his absence and transforms lead into gold, hate into love.

Tantalus has nothing on me.