outside of the airport, in line on a waiting plane.njust an hour or two more,nthen our lives can start again.nto the aisle or the window,nwe all file in and take our place.nand the guy in the middle looks like he hates the world today.nwould it kill me to look up?nwould we dare share a thing or twonabout times that we've screwed up? nor barely made it through?ni fell in love once with a boy from wichita. nand he left me in africa.nyeah, it's quite a story. nand i cried last christmas for all the trees in the parking lot.nall the ones that the world forgot.nand are you leaving or just heading home?nnin the back there's a baby. nhe is tired and he starts to crynup ahead is a lady. nwho turns around and rolls her eyes.nthey have asked us to listen, but the man beside me won't.nhe is reading john grisham and is plugged into the radio.nwhat do you remember?nwhat things did you dream you'd do?ni wished i was nancy drewnand that i was a ballerina.nand i can't do the crossword in the back of the sunday times.nnot even a single line.nand are you leaving or just heading home?nni fell in love once, with a boy from wichita. nwhen he left me it broke my heart. nbut i do not regret it.nwhere are all your children?ndo you miss your mom and dad?nwhat was the best dog you had?nand are you leaving or just getting home?nnn