Something makes me look up
While reading
In the departures lounge

She glances at me
While passing

Her eyes becoming mine
For a moment or two

Long desert lashes
Sleeved in black

Berry lips
Filled with hope
To belong

And angry
Because of it

So young and
Caught already
By the fear

To end up alone
Abandoned
Taken for granted

Or simpler yet

Replaced by one
Who will never die

© JH, Spright-Art