Two travelers,
With time to kill,
Met at the airport lounge,
Over suit-case stacks,
The bedlam and human alarms
Running to meet
Deadlines, schedules,
People and packets.
Paired off together,
Hit it off over port
And parted with
Parts of each
In the other,
On to their destinations,
Their minds lounging
Still in that airport.
p.s: question- does this qualify as 55 fiction or is 55 fiction allowed to be done only in prose? am asking you since i wanted to submit this as an entry in a 55 fiction competition and it was rejected saying 55 fiction can’t be in verse 
should writers be that rigid and bar poets?
@Mars: thank you for stopping by and thank you for the ‘like’
Thats unfair about the 55 fiction thing…. I think it so qualifies!! Great job
… Maybe you can think about tweaking it and putting it in story form for the sake of that competition.
haha… alright then! its their loss!
Another great poem. It evokes a strong memory feeling in me as i have spent many friendship building hours waiting…
I totally agree.