It wasn't anything like a movie scene..
No Bogard-styled monologues.
It was just plain.
But then again it wasn't.
you looked at me and I to you.
We shared something..
special.
intimate.
private.
But it changed things.
Changed things in us.
Made us look at each other differently.
That made you uncomfortable.
We stared out the window.
The thundering boom of jet engines revving broke the train of our thoughts time and again..
I wanted to say..
something.
but my lips trembled...
and said ..nothing.
You want to sare in volumes..
but your eyes were droopy..from valium.
You hate planes.
But the sudden realization in the deepness ..
the closeness..
and the severity of what had been mere idle flirtation..
scared you away..
I asked you meekly to stay.
You stared at me..
too scared of what you felt.
You kissed my cheek platonic like..
grabbed your suitcase..
and disappeared in the throng of humanity.
They called your flight number five minutes ago.