i watched you the whole ride. i would like say that it was not in the creepy, stalkerish way, because i promise that my intentions are good. in hindsight though, i'm sure you would have been uncomfortable. the whole ride, your dark hands laid carefully in your lap, tugging every now and then at the cotton/poly blend of your blue skirt. there was not a moment that your eyes met mine (or anyone's, for that matter) but i did see you smile lightly to yourself, perhaps rehearsing old stories to tell your family? are you going home? are you leaving home? home. is that something you even know about?
each foot stretched out in front of you and i could see the relief in your eyes. i imagined you without the constraints of winter, sweaty and free and barefoot.
you seem so worth discovery.
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