Drove down to the airport this afternoon,
don’t like airports, ferry terminals and train stations.
Dislike seeing people leave,
tear-stained faces, awkward goodbyes
and lies told about keeping in touch.
They also awake in me a longing to be somewhere else,
a mythical place, free of world-weariness.
The one I was saying my goodbyes to wasn’t there,
must have left on an earlier flight.
Just as well, she would have cried
and I would have told lies.
Bought a newspaper,
drove back home and died a little.