there was a tear in the ankle of his converses.
he tapped his foot to the tremors of the bus
he carried a coffee cup like his life ambitions
i stared at him over the top of my book,
reading the lines of his mouth
they captivate my attention like a novel never could.
arm draped over the back of the seat next to him,
he glances my way.
my gaze plummets to my lap
i sneak a peak his way.
he gives me a smile
i gleam like the sun.