The first time I met you
You asked me this absurd question
"Excuse me, how does one get to Union Station?"
I heard you the first time because only one of my earbuds was working at the time, though I had both in to discourage exactly this sort of thing.
I was smiling while you asked again
"What, what's funny?"
I wasn't smiling because you were standing beside an entrance to the station, with a big sign over your head that said Union. I was smiling because it was the very first time I'd ever come across anything like it.
Your stature was that of a pine tree.
I grinned a hopefully handsome grin and motioned for you to turn around.
It was funny the way you laughed
You shook your shoulders and let your arms swing
Like a kid would, waiting for the big yellow bus.