He was sitting in front of me on the bus.
I could faintly see his reflection in the window
as he peered out across the flat plains.

I noticed his lips.
They were full and his bottom lip was bigger than the top.
But it was beautiful.
Especially when he smiled.
His nose was perfectly set between his eyes and while he constantly made remarks about how big it was...
it really wasn't.

I looked at his eyes through the reflection.
There was a sort of sadness to them.

His father died a couple years ago
and when it's quiet
I wonder if that is what he is thinking about.

Maybe that is the memory that fills his eyes with hurt.

He really was handsome.

Even with sadness in his eyes.

It wasn't till then until I questioned how many times I've seen him but never really stopped and looked.


~pw