ride [l.t]

i. mia

there's this boy i always see,

he sits in the third row of a bus while i sit in the bench beside the park.

the bus always passes the park at 6:14 pm and i always see him,

sitting in the third row,

headphones plugged in,

icy blue eyes and defined cheekbones,

auburn messy hair,

and a delicate cigarette hanging of his mouth,

we always make eye-contact, and his piercing blue eyes bore into mine before the bus goes away,

and then i wait for the next day to see him again,

to see him, his eyes, and the ride he catches everyday.