Bodies in Transit

I sit quietly in terminal B11
My flight doesn’t leave til’ seven
But there’s plenty to see here
In this waiting room before the air
The flying alone does not scare me
But the crowds give me anxiety
So I watch, and I wait, all alone
Praying to catch the next flight home

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