At the bus stop

I see you…
On my way…
To the bus stop
Everyday…

I don’t know what it is…
The look on your face…
Like you’re thinking…
Or lost looking into space…

I don’t mean to pry…
But you always catch my eye…
There’s sadness there…
In your eye…

Makes me wonder…
Who … what hurt her?
These thoughts cross my
mind…
While you make small talk…
With another child’s mother…

Your eyes meet mine…
You give me a smile…
Was it my imagination?
Or did I see a teardrop shine?