Airports are such lonely places
People pretending to be busy
So they don’t have to talk to each other-
I’m good at this game
I can sit for hours
Without looking anybody in the eye-
I master this postmodern existence
I can read their restlessness, though-
They’re eager to go back to their homes
To their children or pets,
Or simply to put their feet up
And knit themselves a scarf.
The loneliness we bear is tangible
We’re clothed in it,
We drink it from our coffee cups
It’s dripping in our ears
From our headphones.
I’ve never felt more at home
And as disconnected amidst them,
Never felt as detached as today
But I don’t care, ’cause I have you.