Transit Tales

On the bus I sat, head up high, Caught a glimpse of a girl, caught my eye. Her smile, a bloom, so sweet and fair, Her eyes, like pools, I couldn't help but stare. As the bus rolled on, time flew by, Heart raced fast, I couldn't deny. In her gaze, lost without a clue, Feeling light, like floating on a dew. "Her face, a canvas, a work of art" In that crowded space, she stood apart. But alas, she moved, out of sight, Gone from my view, vanished from light. Now I sit alone, with memories, Of those eyes, like stars in the skies. With the song playing softly in my mind, A bittersweet moment, forever enshrined.