Cold Seat

The day's first rain restrains
the morning light

but the cold
from the waiting area's metal bench,

is amplified by faces and voices
unfamiliar, distracting.

She would have smiled
across to him,

said hello
to raise body heat

or kept her hair
as cover for his arms-

the things he needed
to unlearn.

The PA announces boarding time.
The metal remains cold

while daylight struggles
to break out.