You board the 7:35
The new sun radiates from the windshield behind
your golden hair
Some drowsy heads turn to look at your
polished image
Mine too... but
only for a moment
Returning to the secrecy of my newspaper
You pass by and the
smell of you excites me
The sleeve of your coat
brushes against my shoulder
A forced smile creeps onto
your face
You look down at me for an instant and
our eyes meet
but the bus motion hastens you to a seat
Like a coward
I intently stare at nothing
My mind is a stormy sea
Waves of memories crashing to my shore
Now, we each lose ourselves in the
morning news
No one knows or would suspect that
we were lovers once