Bus Stop

I enjoyed that part of the morning
Just waiting there at the bus stop
Sipping at my coffee and skimming the news
As familiar faces appeared

The bus had only the one destination
We were strangers united by purpose
Silently stood waiting outside the station
And then, one day, a new face in the crowd
You were there

Smiling like you already knew me
Your confidence worn like armour
Breaching my forcefield of personal space
Made useless by antipodean charm

Refined in your movement, appearance and scent
Clothes chosen with elegant purpose
Intelligent thoughts with intriguing accent
Never waited alone for that bus again
You were there

Looking back all these years later
I remember that time at the bus stop
Who would have thought that a commute to work
Would still be so clear in my mind?

Sharing our travels, our bodies, our strife
Came tumbling out from that first moment
Passengers on each others journey through life
And among all the stops we hop on and hop off
You were there