Bend in the Road

He used to sit there at the corner of the road like a mile marker, he talked to no one.
Sat there in trance watching endlessly, counted waves of people who came and went but he sat there.
She was a simple girl unassuming and innocent just gliding by life unaware of of the trivialities, she used to watch him perplexed why would someone just sit there, what does he think, curious. 
But never went close. Afraid. But wanting to. He knew she somehow noticed him, watched him, maybe judged him too and that troubled him, a little, no one noticed him they just acted as he wasn't there why then. 
Felt good but he won't talk, let her be, he's not someone she would talk to anyway.
This went on smiles passed they became friends but like the wind and willow tree they never talked or even came close but every time she passed by he was moved.
Now she's gone and he's still sitting there, lost again in the crowd in the complexities of life will she be back, does she remember him? 
What if he would have talked she would have liked him. As he stared again in that endless empty space he saw her smiling at him, shes still here and maybe she likes him.
One day she'll be back and he'll be sitting at the corner of the road, and he knew just as the road bent his destiny will too she will come and he'll wait.