Same Bus, Same Time Poem by Allie Lusha

Every week day, same time, same bus, he is there, and I’m careful not to stare
But I can’t take my eyes off his curly shoulder length hair, and I wondered

A face not popularly handsome, but such kind bluey green eyes, deeper than the ocean
Tall, not slender and a quirky style of dress, not to impress, and I wondered

Briefcase, serious and tanned, but scraggy like a boxers face, taken from place to place
Manicured hands with no adornment, no subtle signs of betrothment, and I wondered

This day he caught me in my stare, my face flushed pink, I look away I couldn’t think
But I saw his smile and for that short while my heart skipped a beat, and I wondered

The bus had halted, where we both alight, my mind was racing as I caught sight
Standing on the kerbside, holding out his hand to me, how could this be, and I wondered

Hand held firm but gentle, and like cheshire cats smiling, array of colours so beguiling
‘Have you time for a coffee’ I heard him say, my reply what a perfect day, still I wondered