By Jim Scott
He sleeps by the window, she reads by the aisle.
A foot from behind stretches beside her. His shoe?
Her eyes close; she imagines his weight and falls back into yesterday afternoon.
A throat clears behind her. “Uhm-koo.” His voice.
Lungs fill but won’t exhale. He is here! Why?
Fear and craving collide. His being on the plane conjures dread and hope equally.
Matter meets anti-matter. Everything will change.
What’s ahead? Her monochrome life with him or stepping into his technicolor world?
Standing and facing back, she knows what will end.
He sleeps during their final descent. The stranger’s foot retreats.
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