I Am Un-Opened.

Too early to be awake
Standing out in the cold,
Climb onto the bus
Earlier then usual today.
Usual seat, right in the front
But different people.
He's sitting across, diagonal
With a brace on his leg.
I offer a smile to him,
One that's returned so simply.
Long, wavy hair,
That glows golden red in the sun,
A coat black, longer then waist,
Blue jeans, black shoes,
And a waitoring apron.
Out of the corner of my eye, i watch
For another soft smile,
But he offers me none.
As we are riding along,
The bus comes to his stop,
And with one final glance at me,
He smiles and then
My true love is gone.

Poem by the blackout.

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