“Flight 2025 is now delayed.”
“We are working to get the fuel injected for the plane.”
“The plane will be ready for passengers to board”.
“Apologies for the delay.”
“Thank you.”
He’s dead.
The airport is open.
All the shops are closed.
The bathrooms smell extra funky.
I got to walk down the terminal.
Let’s check by the baggage claim.
Nice, a close one.
At 2:30 a.m.
He’s gone.
I don’t feel like doing the X doom scroll.
I do have a magazine.
Maybe I’ll learn something new.
Reading old magazines.
Evergreen topics.
Minimum wage.
Inflation prices.
Afghanistan.
A walk around the hangar.
He’s gone.
Damn.
I’ve cried.
I forgave.
I made peace.
I love him.
I thank him.
I’ll miss him.
This outlet holds my plug correctly.
It charges my phone.
I’m available.
In case of emergency.
“Flight 2025 to BWI is now on schedule”.
“Thank you for your cooperation.”
