I stepped onto the bus, unnoticed
as throngs of goers freely step without
worry. He sits like every other.
I notice the unforgiving beauty:
brown displaced hair, angular eyes piercing the air,
slender cheeks so defined, and lips permanently
smiling.
He leaves and I follow.
Surpassing in strides as my heart beats faster
with vigorous footfalls.
He follows...not noticing,
'til I've found my chai, warm and spicy.
We sit across from each other. He reads.
I watch as he leaves. Hopeless.
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