Hugs are exchanged.
Tears are shed.
Their eyes shine under the bright lights.
The mood of the place,
Floats from happiness to sadness.
And from sadness to happiness.
The airport lounge buzzes with activity,
Like bees flocking to the honeycomb.
Divided by flight class.
Seated in the serene lounge,
I am alone in the crowd of travellers.
Like scattered strangers we are,
Yet headed towards the same direction.
Our exhausted eyes,
Full of understanding.