The Bus Stop
They meet on buseswhere she pretends
she doesn't know him.
He'll drop his ticket
then ask if its hers;
looking in her purse
she'll shake her head
but they'll start
to talk anyhow.
He'll sit close beside
their legs just touching
she'll feel his warmth
and every time
this happens
love just starts to burgeon.
It keeps them alive,
the thrill and that
sense of the unexpected
of meeting, greeting
a brand new romance.
When they alight
he'll walk her home
express surprise
and then afterwards
its no surprise
until the next time
they meet on the bus.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2013-06-08 at 15:52
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