
I watched them
through the crack of the back of the seat
As their heads met in the middle at
the height of a whisper
I heard her laugh then, a deep rumble of delight
at something quite funny
he must of said
They talked, and they laughed with hardly a pause
as the plane flew north into the night
I didn't flinch when he touched her arm as the snow fell
past the misted window illuminated
in the steady beams
or when he held her hand tightly as
the landing gear hit the snowy runway with a slight bump
I thought it was sweet
that he handed down her luggage from
the crowded overhead storage facility
and guided her ahead of him in the narrow aisle
I followed them down the icy set of steps
clasping my woollen scarf tightly as I walked briskly
towards the stifling warmth of indoors
As I stood riveted though, with my purple hat in hand
shaking snow from my hair
he pulled her into an embrace so intense
so brief
she thought
as she ran to make her connecting flight
that she may just have imagined it
That must of been quite an encounter
thought I
left standing in a puddle of strangers





















