The captain takes off,
And we drown in the clouds,
I am sandwiched between you and this other sleepyhead.
You stare out the window,
At the gradual transformation of butter gold
To dark soothing purple.
I lean over to catch a glimpse of the transformation
And you smile and let me look over.
In eighteen hours this was the first smile
Someone threw at me.
I murmur a ‘thank you’
In reply you give a heartwarming ‘no problem.’
So effortless you had cut out the awkwardness,
So naturally you made conversation with me.
We talk about life, memories that canopy us,
About relationships we have formed,
Our loved ones.
The sleepyhead had rested his head on my shoulder
As if I was his pillow
I constantly knock him off
But he bounces back to me.
You sense that it’s a nuisance to me
So you offer to switch seats.
You insist that a nap will energize me
Instead I start crying.
Yet, you silently held my hand
And pacifyingly whispered:
‘It will be fine’
I feel better.
We get off the plane and queue up
You say that ‘I am a very beautiful person.’
And just like you get lost in the swarm of the people.
I wish I had clung on to you,
I wish we had exchanged numbers
At that moment I look desperately for you.
But, you my nameless friend disappear into thin air.
