3: 15 At A Bus Stop. Poem by Brevet Wilson

On another planet
in another lifetime
we could have been something.

We could have been lovers
with the curtains drawn
against the encroaching sunrise.

We could have laid on the floor,
your head on my belly
drinking red wine
as we traded favorite verses.

If we had met in other circumstances
our lives together could have been lit by guttering candles.

We could have had an apartment in the wrong part of town,
that was permeated with that wonderful musty smell of old paper backs.

AS it stands we are strangers
waiting for the same bus.
Yes, I have a cigarette
and I also have a lighter.

That's where it ends...
but on another planet
in another lifetime
we might have been soemthing to each other.