The Tilt

I love this man
I love this man who sits next to me in the airplane
He doesn't have to be a stranger
Maybe if I look closely
I'll see a father in him

He has grey hair
And he smells clean
In his hand he holds his glasses
He's tilting towards my seat
And I can feel him sleep

And he's sitting in the middle of the isle
His head rests on his arm and his arm rests on the handle
I cannot put my hand there but it... it's alright
Cause I can lean on the window

Beside him sits an old woman
She's reading a script on her phone
And she's wearing her hijab
I love them
I've come to decide that I love them
They are my family for the next two hours

And the stewardess comes over now
She's asking me "coffee or tea?"
And I say "coffee please"
She says "would you like some milk with that?"
And I say "no thank you, I like it black"

Oh, another two hours here
Sitting in the middle of the air
What a time we're in
I wonder how many kilometers we're up in the sky

How do I express my love for you exactly
When words are mere fractions that reflect your grace
God, you're always in my mind
Popping by, saying hello every now and then
Leaving again

I think that's what I like so much about you
You're so playful
Playfulness and all around beauty
That I'm so lucky to witness
As we grow into refined versions of ourselves
I love you cause you're a true friend
And a true friend supports one's breath