Last night I found myself wandering through the airport like a lost figure

looking on at people around me.

Reunions of all sorts:

Happy people

Sad people

Warm welcomes

Cold Welcomes

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.

Always. Alone.

Painfully so.