Strangers

Sitting on a plane

Sadness washing over me

Writing my thoughts away in the darkness

Not even stopping to turn on the light

Not wanting to shed all of this in the brightness

Music in my ears

My thoughts coming out through my fingertips

Tears welling up in my eyes

The stranger next to me catches my attention

Let's me know it is ok to turn on the light

I am not sure I am ready for that, not sure I ever will be

We begin talking

I begin to not feel so alone up here in the sky

Two strangers coming together

Traveling alone, yet coming together.