Day 1340
As I scan the faces on the bus I don’t see yours
I see so many faces everyday
Yet the only face I want to see I don’t
I find myself look for someone that has the same features as you
But I cant
There are people that have almost the same hair
Maybe some with a mustache like yours
But I want to look into your eyes
I want to look into your soul

They are so dark yet there is light that emanates
Showing me all that is inside of your heart and soul
I want to see your old man legs
I am sure one of the old men on the bus has old men legs
But there not your old man legs
Bowleg and the hairs rubbed off from your pants.
I know I never told you why I called you old man legs that is why
I love your old man legs
I love being wrapped up in them

There is probably someone on the bus that has three hairs on his chest
But I don’t want to pull his out like I do yours
Just to see the look on your face when I try to do it
There are many people who have your color skin
I know its not as soft as yours though.
You have the softest skin I have ever felt.
I love the feel of your skin.

Most of the people on the bus smell
But its not your smell
Oh I wish I could smell you
No one smells like you

I would be able to find you in a crowd if I were blind
Just by your smell
I have never smelled anything better in my life
Than the smell of you.
The bus people surround me
I wish I was on a bus surrounded by you
I wish I was anywhere but here on this bus
Alone

Without you