Bus stops

Bus stops

She was standing at the bus stop

As a wind rushed by

Revealed those eyes which sparkle

As I let out a sigh

I doubt she’s even seen me here

I’m just part of the haze

The times I thought I’ll just say hi

I’ve lost count of those days

She stands right there a work of art

Is her mind just as nice?

Her eyes tell me it’s likely so

I’m scared to throw the dice

A simple check upon her phone

A note from friend or beau?

For I would like be the one

Who makes sweet face glow

Dear girl who stands so sweetly there

A marker of each day

But scared I am of what could be

If I just said “Erm, hey…”