Stranded here.
Sitting,
Staring at those buzzing lights
And all their artificial green green glow.

Stranded here.
Staring,
Soaking in the sights and sounds
Of clicking heels on faded speckled tile.

Stranded here.
Waiting,
Watching hours second hands
Go round and round and round and round and round

Stranded here.
Watching,
Wishing that there was a way
To walk on out, call this the end.