I am surrounded by
a chorus of voices
belonging to twenty-something
year old ladies’ and gents’.

Chatter, laughter and gasps.  

I tug my bag across my torso
heading for the nearest exit,
leaving behind old friends
and potential friends,

Sunlight, cool air and loneliness.  

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