27D

I hate the middle seat-

It means no arm

rest – is not an option.

Alone at first, but then you came.

We made sure to never touch –

afraid that a single brush would transfer

every hidden tale we carried on board.

You faced right, I left

enough space between us.

Yet we mirrored each other –

waiting for one to act first

so that the other could follow.

We bonded.

Formed an alliance.

No words spoken.

We watched the same movie.

A complex, deeply coded conversation

among two strangers

whose eyes never touched.

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