- Category: Community Poetry
- Written by The_Unwanted
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You Were at the Bus Stop.
Stood at the bus stop while I was waiting for the 133.
Having yet to meet I knew only the shadow of your face
But I am sure it was you sure it was you stood there.
The bus came the doors opened, I got on, you didn't,
I glanced back as I pulled away, our eyes finally meeting,
I watched you as you stood still, blending into the distance,
And upon the top deck I sat down, and I wondered...
Did you see me?
