I got on the bus. Your face was the first I saw.
We stood on opposite sides. It was 9 in the evening and you've got your shades on.
Yet I can still feel you gaze at me.
"We're gonna get off on this Terminal", I said.
"No, at the next one", you replied.
"No, its at this Terminal. Listen to the announcement", I argued.
We both shushed the moment we were interrupted by the Woman's voice coming out of the Speakers.
"See", I said.
And you replied by smiling that smile that always, always, always takes my breath away.
And then I died all over again.