This one came into my head while I stood in the bus stop waiting to pick up my lil boy ... I don't usually judge my poems but I there's something about this poem that I really do like a lot although it is a little sad...
I see you
On my way
To the bus stop
Everyday
I don’t know what it is,
The look on your face
Like you’re thinking…
Or lost looking into space
I don’t mean to pry
But you always catch my eye
There's sadness there
In your eye
Makes me wonder
Who … what hurt her?
These thoughts cross my mind
While you make small talk
With another child’s mother
Your eyes meet mine
You give me a smile
Was it my imagination?
Or did I see a teardrop shine?
On my way
To the bus stop
Everyday
I don’t know what it is,
The look on your face
Like you’re thinking…
Or lost looking into space
I don’t mean to pry
But you always catch my eye
There's sadness there
In your eye
Makes me wonder
Who … what hurt her?
These thoughts cross my mind
While you make small talk
With another child’s mother
Your eyes meet mine
You give me a smile
Was it my imagination?
Or did I see a teardrop shine?