The Echoing Airports

I go to airports

and wait by the gate for arriving flights

I go to airports

to watch the lovers reunite

I go to airports

In every city they're the same

The lonely airports

echoing with all the shouted names

of lovers who've been caught sight of,

returned from miles away,

from tiny lights

receding into the night

at the end of the runway

I go to airports

they blur together nowadays

one single airport

a winding, interminable maze

I go to airports

to be near strangers' hopes and aches

I go to airports

to remember all of the mistakes

we made, the plans we did,

and how they went astray

'til you were lights

receding into the night

at the end of the runway

Fluorescent lights hum overhead

"Sometimes soon, we'll meet again."

you'd said

The dull air in the waiting halls these nights

-it's almost the same as then

but in the end, not quite

I go to airports

and wait by the gate for arriving flights

I go to airports

to watch the lovers reunite