I watched you with lidded eyes:
you didn’t see me.
Your backpack took up
an empty seat,
your legs were sprawled within
the close confines of the cramped bus.
For barely a brief moment
you had the saddest eyes I had ever seen.
Flashes of emotion running through
clouded vision and I don’t think
you heard my intake of breath.
You left on
the sadness gone,
maybe just my imagination playing tricks on me.
But I’m sure you didn’t notice me
as you bustled past.
There are happier moments
awaiting beyond the closed doors
of the accordion-style bus.
Happier moments,
happier eyes.
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