Public Bus Shelter

I might have let her touch my face,

sitting and facing each other in the

public bus shelter.

 

I might have let her have my heart,

when it was still straining for light,

that rainy evening.

 

I might have been still human like,

in the hope she would choose me,

and me alone.

 

But the moment passed.

We were both silent.

Then the bus came.

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