LINGERING
we each stood there
in another’s shadow,
glancing at phones or
the clock in the sky
is this an arrival
or a departure? I asked,
as they moved swiftly on
towards another time
they left
the moment they arrived,
while I lingered by the road,
not knowing which way to turn,
looking for a way out
or perhaps a way in –
either seemed true,
but neither truly possible
1st February
