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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Thank you for reading.
Happy Valentine.

Published by Marilyn

Diagnosed with autism spectrum disorder after fifty years in the mental health system I decided to share my experiences and consider the impact my health has had on my well-being. Being creative is the mainstay of my life and it's how I express my deepest emotions. Photography, writing, and design challenge me and help keep me rooted in the present.

2 thoughts on “In Transit: a love poem

    1. Hi, I used to travel quite a lot between England and Australia, usually alone. Stopovers at Changi were often hours long and time did hang heavy. Fortunately I always carry a notebook and lots of pens so I can write – not for the same reason as Oscar Wilde! Changi airport is amazing so if I was going to be kicking my heels (or dragging my trainers) that’s the place I’d choose. Have a good week and hope that Dennis isn’t being a menace where you are. We are getting off lightly, considering. Maz XXX

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