I sit in this terminal
staring out over a vast expanse of concrete
the morning sun bores through the glass
stinging my half open eyes
red from the long night
trying to capture mist
and say farewell to an entire life

I failed

A few short hours wasn't enough
alas a few years wouldn't have been enough
so many characters in the play of my life
not given a proper adieu
so many places with scenes not yet fulfilled

But the sand never ceases its cascade  
so here I sit waiting for my ride
flying to the next stage