Six rows in front of me,

as I was facing backwards, both

slumped back looking down

we never made eye contact, never saw

face to face, though cheek by jowl,

our eyeballs never saw each other

at the same time,

my friend, what held your attention

instead of me giving you mine,

new headphones I noticed,

drowning out the noise

and the half mouthed, silent hello

as we sat there on the 53 in to town,

each in our own worlds of wonder,

not seeing the meteor racing past