Last night I found myself wandering through the airport like a lost figure
looking on at people around me.
Reunions of all sorts:
A father’s joy at seeing his son back
A mother’s utter delight
A grandfather’s elation at seeing his grandson
Then there was the cold distant welcome
Or a person’s eager eyes glancing
to see if anyone came to pick them up
but no-one was there and there smile
fell to the ground. My heart broke for that person.
And here I am standing at the cross roads of life
wondering, contemplating, hoping for
a miracle, but instead i am hit with a cold blast
of reality and remember that
i am very alone in this world, all alone.