That seat in the airplane

Perhaps it was best
Not to ask her to sit near me
What did that achieve? You ask
Not much, I'm afraid.

Thirty thousand feet above everyone
The first whiff of.. what?
Morning dew? Or was it her hair?
Who knows.

Perhaps there would be nothing
Never have been anything
Without that seat on the fated day
When whispers were exchanged about moments unknown.

Unknown, but new as a spring leaf
Those moments were water
Clear spring water
Pure, unbridled, merciful and merciless

Well, she sat
For a long time; there was talk
About things old and new
With whispers of things to come

Perhaps the invitation was my greatest mistake
Or the bloom of a new morning journey
I will never know; the moment has long passed
Perhaps it is best not to know.

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In it's original form. Written in a five minute fit.

Edit: Line #22 changed. Couldn't bear the cheese.