Lonely as hell
sad and grey
sterile and shiny:
airports.
Wish I went there today
just as I wished yesterday
even just to meet someone
or wander around the shops
or watch the sad faces of people
leaving
or passing by before
leaving again;
everyone heading home
which is a relative term.
Being adaptive saves loads of worries
especially in terms of determining
"home".
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