Airport Lounge

She stares vaguely at the distant wall, waiting for her luggage. But her eyes don’t reach the wall, she gazes to a point lost in space, not resting on anyone on the way. Something in her mind made her stop somewhere, vaguely, in time. Her iPod stops playing and she doesn’t react. She stopped listening to it a while ago. Her mind is occupied with something else.

We all have someone to think about.

She’s not smiling, though.