In Transit: a love poem

Alone this night
airport near deserted,
waiting, waiting
the announcement to board.
Bored? No. Mind still working.

The tannoy pings -
paging Awatarna –
unknown name in an unknown voice
underlines I am a
foreigner here.

hours killed in unknown shops
with reassuring names;

but I am misplaced,
in transit
between worlds that shape me -

this Valentine night
without my valentine.

I wrote this – or the original version of it – some years ago when I was in transit between Australia and Britain. I was heading home and this describes my evening, right down to the name over the tannoy.

Have you spent Valentine away from your loved one, caught in a situation you couldn’t avoid? Please share your thoughts on how you felt.
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Happy Valentine.