To the man sitting right beside me
As our arms brush against one another
And we both fight to stay awake.
Yet the temptation of sleep is too
Overpowering and our own power is over
So we fall into a slumber
As our arms graze one another.
Without ever saying a word to each other.
Without knowing each other’s name.
Without seeing one another again.
We have connected only to disconnect.
We found comfort in our rest with our arms alight,
Because airplanes refuse to grant us
An extra armrest.