To the Woman on the Bus

by joetwo

It is a cold and wet morning

Typical of an Irish winter

The bus is filled with gloomy souls

Rain adding to thoughts of a long work-day

 A general air of depression

Except for you

Sitting there

Generally being gorgeous

In an effortless Megan Fox kind of way

A bright shining face in an other wise dull morning

I wanted to talk to you

To say something

But I thought better of it

For this was only a fleeting meeting

A temporary alignment of lives

Of no consequence

Not liable to happen again

Best not to ruin it

With the vulgarity of speaking


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