this time in a bus, on the way back from work, coincidence at its best, of the many busses i could have taken, i took the one she was in..
sitting sideways, tangent to the direction the rest of us were going, glanced sometimes, then could not look away...
fingers across her face like a curved sling, roping me towards her - a stranger
she tried to take a nap, covering her face, and all i could do is stare, not love, possibly attraction..
took the bus many times the coming weeks - slugging it out - hoping, wishing, praying - just so that i get that second chance to see her again - possibly say "hi"...has not happened yet
hopefully this is not an obituary of her memory, i hope memory does not bury her lovely face in the mists of my mind..
stranger - just want to say Hi!
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