Dressed, in his best, suit and tie, he sits, in the airport terminal, waiting for, his early departure flight, for yet, another business meeting, as he goes over, the notes, for his presentation, to new clients, as his, carry on bag, sits in the chair, next to him, with his coat, draped over it, as he, people watches strangers, from all walks, of life, pass by, back and forth, in front of him, as a picture, from his daughter, ends up, on the next page, of his papers, that she, must have snuck in, as he smiles, with a tear, from his eyes, as he then, begins to twirl, his ring, around his finger, as he always does, while he, thinks of his wife, kissing her, telling her, love yous and his, little angel,...