airport time

[sll]

I don't enjoy watching you wait in line with strangers. As fluorescent lights replace my sight and become particles of your face, I can't realize that you'll be gone, up in a ship, floating over countries and seas. There are non-descript noises from the speakers, electronic signs flashing and suitcases rolling along the tile. Such high ceilings, but I need more air to breathe it all in. What can I do in these last moments except act blindly through the dark? Already, the scene is fading away in my memory. Inching bit by bit, we are cars stuck in traffic and my head's caving inward. When I drive back, the headlights of massive cars will blind me home, where I'll fall asleep to crappy mix cds.