Flight 97 to Anchorage Has Been Delayed

Haunted by your absence
I stand,
Shifting weight from foot to foot.
As backpack straps dig into my shoulders,
I gaze at people scurrying by,
On their journeys from here to there.
At times my eyes fix upon a stranger,
and as the face blurs before me,
for an instant,
you, who are I know not where,
are with me.

This is an old one written in the Sea-Tac Airport sometime in 2003


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