Is this how it ends?



Middle seat at sunset
To a stranger I give the window
A sense of security, surrounded by strangers.
But I stick my 
Head over your lap
Because I find sunset nice
Looking over the wings  
And the soda bubbles

And the engine goes,

I always liked ginger ale
And the fire
So hot and loud and I don’t even know you yet but did I mention how hot it was? The flames and maybe I love you now, or maybe I always did. 

This time in the window, I find my reflection, myself, smiling.

                                                                                                           
         I always thought life was monotonous
                                                       But what does that even matter. You’re a stranger and I just want 

One more sip
Of my ginger ale.