Some people fear

the unknown

stars,

The unwalked with

The unseen

The unheard

I looked away too,

But then push,

Fall,

There,

He sat in front of me,

Me before him,

Or rather him before me,

Eating the same meal,

Talked,

an awkward conversation

Ate,

a quiet meal

Uncomfortable,

how we both felt

My blood couldn’t circulate,

My own words strangled me,

But then

he spoke,

He told me about the clenched fist

thrill of traveling,

Like a rollercoaster,

His journey went around the world.

I felt the bumping in my seat,

The breeze throwing back my hair,

My stomach rolling around somewhere inside of me,

Nigeria originally,

he called it home

Then Germany,

And France

And so many more,

In that split second,

The world froze around us,

Like it was muted,

No one else talking,

No TV in the background,

And after everything unfroze,

Just Maxwell and me