by Taidgh Lynch
We queued at the check-in desk
staring at the arrivals
and destination panels
hearing a doomed overhead
voice booming out cancellations.
We counted the hours and
watched passer-bys, collect bags
and ghost towards exits, with
faces well worn, leaving us
alone in the haunted halls
with nothing but news updates
to pin on our hopes of home.
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