The Little Moments

In the morning
I walk down the bus isle
you stare deep into my eyes
I stare back

There is a moment
We are the only ones who feel it
But everyone else knows
It's there

I curl up in the corner of the seat
you join me, con me into letting you read my poems
you compliment it and ask who it is...
i say someone

The next day I curl up I'm my seat
once again you join me
this time we listen to my ipod
all these love songs play and I'm wondering...

What's going on in your head?
you stare,
i stare back
these are the little moments that are special to me.