THE MAN ON THE BUS

We ride the bus together everyday

And each day its like am meeting you for the very first time

You sit across me,

I pretend to read a book but now and then I find myself staring at your face

Memorizing every line, every emotion,

Tracing every scar with my eyes, curving every contour.

They are stolen moments but then you look up,

Our eyes lock and am lost in an abyss of emotions,

In a fantasy where only you and I exist

Am shivering, but it’s not from the cold outside

The urge to walk across, sit next to you

And lay my head on your shoulder is overwhelming

The next stop I know your turn has come to alight

I want to wake up and follow you to wherever you go

I want to hold onto your hand and never let go

But I don’t dare move, we are just strangers

Who just ride the same bus everyday.

You are the reason I wake up even before my alarm goes off

Because I don’t want to miss the morning bus

I find myself thinking about you

Sometimes I wonder want brought the scar on your left cheek just below the eye

I ponder on what brings about the hardening on your jaw,

I battle with ways I could make you smile even for a second

I question” is someone waiting for him at home at the end of the day”?

I watch you walk away knowing that until dawn creeps in again

The face of the man on the bus will haunt me..