The one your pour your heart out to
The one you pass the pretzels to
The one who asks you to get up
So they can use the loo
Why do you become my fast friend
Who I will never speak to again
Say goodbye at the gate
Goodbye, my seat mate
About the poem:
Isn’t it weird when this happens? Why do we make fast friends with a complete stranger? It is because we know we probably never will talk to them again? To me, it proves that I could probably be friends with just about anyone in the world, if we had a few hours to sit next to each other.
About the poet:
Joan teaches classes on Writing, Making Juice, 3-Day Juice Cleanse, One World Wellness and more!