Arriving Late On A Midnight Flight Poem by Gert Strydom

Arriving late on a midnight flight,
even the summer evening
has got some coldness to it
while tiredness creeps in
tiny bit by tiny bit.

The airport is full of moving people,
some smiling at family members and friends,
while others are tiredly waiting
and you rush into my arms
with something sweet and soft in your embrace.

It had been like this at another time
and yet the memories linger
as if you loved me only yesterday
but reality sweeps it all away
while through the airport
I walk to the empty taxi rank.

© Gert Strydom