You sit three seats away from mine
And neither of us look to the side.
Our movements mirror each other -
Jackets off, bending over to open bags,
Juggling personal possessions that we shed
after the cold outside.
And I almost giggle, feeling the space between
us open up like we’re on either side of a bed.
The silence makes our synchronised movement
stand out,
and my misreading of our waiting preparations
making this space feel personal, like we know
each other.
I hope you’re okay.
A moment, October 2019.