Staring

My gaze lingers
on your wonderful lips
the movement of your chest
as you breathe in and out.

I touch you with my eyes
one lash at a time.
My finger tips eager to run wild
through your unruly hair.

I cup you in leaking hands
holding the moment
rushing the instant
knowing you.

You stand up and get off the bus
we never talked or even met gazes
youre gone
hopefully you werent the one Ive been waiting for.