I see you still in every hotel lobby
station bar, airport lounge.
And hear that special way you had
of calling out, twirling my name
around, the sound wrapped
in an embrace, Seemingly surprised
to find me there
though pre-arranged and diary
checked. our convocations.
Fellow travellers on the move
swift and stealthy fly-by-nights
cautious as ships that pass
lest we drift too far, too deep
or drown in oceans of words
we never dared to speak
I see you still in every hotel lobby
station bar, airport lounge
yet hearing nothing of you
these past days and years
wander every guesting place
in search of ghosts.
For Sanaa’s Open Link Night in which she gives us the mini prompt: Hotel lobby though anything goes otherwise
PoetryPix 