harryslildimples
On the bus, when it rains, you sit there in pain. Yet your loud, cocky voice shakes the vehicle as you have a happy conversation. I can see behind your mask. Eyes connecting with mine, you do a double take & move closer, yet words directed towards me never etch out. Your deep blue eyes I once imagined swimming in, drained of colour. There was something, and I swear there still is, yet we both sit in fear of one another, afraid that one of us thinks it's been gone forever. Maybe I am just the girl on the bus, because I will never know what happens to you when you get off.