Bump knees and place blame on undersized seats.
'Accidentally' fall asleep on his shoulder.
Never ask his name.
Never tell him what makes your mind wander to foreing places.
Learn the lines of his face as he sleeps in sunlight.
When he wakes,
Shyly lift an earphone from where it rests on his shoulder.
Listen gently.
Learn what makes him stir from slumber.
Do not laugh.
You are not here to judge nor fall in love.
As you hand it back, let your hand linger in his for a second too long
But always too brief.
Fall back asleep.
Smile inwardly at the melancholic beauty in knowing when you wake
You'll be alone.
But with a bittersweet memory of love
left tucked between romance and arm rests.
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