So easy to be torn away
I find the beauty all-encompassing;
Drawn in and mesmerised by
the silent unspoken innocence
my imagination places there.

But that innocence is only an assumption.
A projection rooted in desires
That don’t free my mind,
That enslave my thought to what I know can never be.

But it is the prospect of the finite impossibility,
that by it’s very nature is possible.

But I know will never happen.

I am torn away,
swept aside and swept away.
Fourteen years or thereabouts
time enough to develop and discover
the life he has,
the life and emotions with which he struggles.

I silently extend my thanks to him,
thanks for the enjoyment
he has unknowingly provided.
Thanks for all he’ll never know he gave
to the occupant of seat 24B.