Boarding The Bus

Boarding The Bus

I see her in the bus every morning
She boards someplace before mine
She's in her own little cocoon
While my existence fumbles about
Stealing glances through the crowd

Today I reach the stop late
And see the bus leaving
I give a hard chase
And the bus relents
I board out of breath
Doubled over and panting
With hands on my knees
I raise my head
And see her sitting there
Tenderly gazing into my eyes

Frozen, I'm held by her gaze
An immobile, inarticulate fool
And then with a smile when she lets me go
I shut my eyes tight
Throw back my head
And to myself ... smile ...

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