And Still You Wait Poem by Richard Trembath

You wait at Gate Lounge B, the plane is late.
But then the board says ‘Landed', so you wait.

The passengers emerge, at first a trickle,
Then great hoards of them, who all greet
Other friends - and still you wait.

Time passes and eventually you get to know
Your few compatriots, those who wait
For those who have not come -and still you wait.

Gradually patience turns into concern,
Your phone your only friend, but it is mute.
And still you wait.

The police stroll by and someone asks
‘How many more inside…? '
‘None' comes the stern reply, but still you wait,
Confused, concerned and unbelieving.

You send a text: ‘Where are you…? '
Mind racing with imagined possibilities.

And then a message chime rings out -
It's yours, and gratitude floods through your veins.

Relieved, you quickly read:

‘Are you there already?
‘I arrive tomorrow….'