A misplaced crowd is sitting at tables
In a hotel foyer, early afternoon
Sipping drinks, ice clinking
One or two have in their hands gifts for the children
Postcards, written weeks ago, still not sent
The heat of the afternoon drips across the room
Talk is limited, quiet whispers
Some people bridge the gaps
Try to fill the stilted silences with chatter
A flight delayed by some event causes tension
Shadows lengthen across the spaces
Tiles, warmed by the heat of the sun, cool
Though no one leaves, the room seems to empty
Warmth dissipates, leaves a chill in the air
A feeling that things are now over
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