The Boy That Caught My Bus

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There's a boy who catches my bus who has blue-grey eyes as empty as the lake the kids go swimming in during the winter,

he sits with his friends and stares at his lap,

and when his friends say something funny, he doesn't laugh anymore,

I sit two seats behind him and I think he's beautiful.

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The boy that catches my bus, with the blue-grey eyes as clear as the lake the kids go swimming in, has changed. His eyes are full with dull sadness and he doesn't show an empty smile every time his friends ask him if he's okay. His friends try to cheer him up, but nothing works, he just stares at his lap and waits till we arrive at school. He doesn't look out the window and he doesn't try to look happy, it's like he's given up.

This time when we make it to his drop off he takes a while to get off the bus, like its his last time. He sluggishly pulls his backpack over his shoulders and waits for his friends to move out of the way so he can stand in the aisle. He turns around slightly and his sad gaze meets mine, the corner of his lips twitch like he's trying to give me a small that's not empty and walks off the bus with his hands in his jean pockets.

I sit two seats behind him and even though his hair is limp and his eyes are empty, I still think he's beautiful.