I have been knotting and re-knotting my headphone string

For twenty seven minutes,

Trying to re-enact the exact contortion of your fingers interlaced with mine.

I have been staring into my coffee for eleven minutes,

Trying to find the exact shade of the brown of your eyes in it.

I have been glancing up at every stranger who passes me by,

Trying to see if any of them resembled you;

One had a jawline with the same sloping curve as yours.

I have been watching the grey skies outside the pane glass window,

Trying to find the cloud with the exact billowing contour

Your cigarette smoke made in the mornings.

I have been listening to the metal detector beeping,

Trying to recall the sound your alarm clock made, sitting on your bedside table,

Waking you up from a woozy dream.
——-
They have announced the boarding call for flight 207 at terminal 6.

I have a ticket in my hand

But I am glued to the seat,

The warmth of the person sitting before me still lingering.

Perhaps he had used the same cologne as you;

The smell was awfully familiar.
——-
I have not moved from my seat

For three hours and twenty three minutes.

I can feel the eyes of the security guard burning a hole through my back into my chest,

Trying to judge if I am a criminal or not.
I would be a criminal for you, love,

But it is too late

You were the one 

Who stole 

my heart 

first.