here, nestled in the foreign embrace
of these airport chairs,
I understand loneliness

hours from home, from a friend
the sparse group of travelers
only heighten my building isolation

a silent dinner,
consumed in the voracious manner
of a man frightened of the empty moments –
my detached heart floats,
a universe away

success & failure seem akin
in the emptiness of their shadow
Kipling’s imposters mocking me –
incessantly

I long for the affirmation
of Love’s touch
the unconditional acceptance
of a non-performance based
relationship

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