sad
or happy. he just is.
sitting
there with hands
folded in his lap,
waiting for his flight.
the small
bag beside him.
he's wearing a thin
grey suit
with a blue tie
and white shirt.
black shoes.
perhaps a business man.
no wedding ring.
no phone
in his hand to call
his children,
or ex wife.
i make his story up
as i watch him
over the edge of my
magazine.
is he lonely. is he lost.
rich or poor, or
is he just an average
man.
in the middle
of life.
where could
he be going.
will things turn alright?
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