i
am
waiting for you

in that
glassy box place
before the tarmac
and the plane

there is
diesel smell
people noise
and that film
all over me that
travel leaves
like the grease in
a burger bar

a fat man
comes through
and i see you
back in the queue
somewhere
waiting
and then
there he is
looking

at first it's
a fleeting glance
furtive
like he knows he shouldn't
because he's seen
you
he's seen me
laughing
waving
but he can't stop himself
looking
looking

again again again
before you join me in
that glassy box
place before the tarmac
and the plane

like he knows
time is short
looking
looking

wanting

desire is a strange thing

what does he see that you don't ?