The bus moved haphazardly
jolting his body forward
Strong hands gripped the cold steel
while his steadfast eyes
stared translucent dreams
Alternating musical raindrops
made liquid photographs
of all too familiar places
they had loved and lost
when time was young and relenting
His stop.
Her silhouette.
A tear.
A sigh.
Gazing upon her quiet thoughts
inhaling a scent of lavender kisses
He paused silently and noticed wistfully
The spotted pattern of her umbrella
blurred the memory of her smile
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