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. Transitory hours killed in unknown shops with reassuring names; but I am misplaced, in transit between worlds that shape me - amorphous; this Valentine night lost 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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