O Hare

Four hour layover

Enough time?

I am a panicky traveler

Yet still leave the terminal to smoke

Cameras are not allowed

Security is

Again

And again

And again

A familiar spot we used to favor

Her usual along with mine

A reminder of yesterday

Of 20 years ago

Of before this moment

They will know how much I miss her

I have found what I misplaced before I left

Time

For everything

People’s mouths can be bothersome

So I watch them move

The young mothers and fathers

Maneuvering strollers much too big for this place

The couples in tow of each other

All teeth-less

His is old, she is pretty

When she tilts her head just right

Her cheekbone seems to extend too far 

Daughter perhaps.  Coworkers for sure

Probably fucking

I see sisters

     Mother and daughter

I see a woman I would talk to

Comforting maybe

I see men, but unless they don’t, they all look the same

Like that guy, with the hat and tie

Too much maybe, but still, that guy

A glass breaks in the background,

     Not  a beat

It seems everyone is alone here

Three hour layover

Enough, time

I am a traveler