We hadn't  met

But exchanged seats

As my window opened

At a rest stop we talked

We had separate seats

and then

I sat next to her

As someone took my seat

She drifted to sleep

Leaning my way

I asked, “Do you want to lean on me?”

Trusting, she said, “yes”.

It happened again

I held her hand

I stroked her hair

She shared photos from her phone

Our hands touched

I explored her hand as if I knew her

She did the same

She stood up to go

One last touch