Bus beauty

Beauty on the bus
I wish I knew what was making you smile
Surreptitious glances
Whole lives imagined
I am yours and we have just met
We are old and our lives together are near over
We fight we screw we lose track of each other over the years
One day we reconnect in a crowded mall
Our eyes meet and our whole lives explode into view
I still wonder what makes you smile.
Bussing beauty what would time make of us?
If time was as sincere and eternal as your smile