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alex Aug 18
The bus stop is empty
again.
A gust of wind blows my hair across my eyes

"Quite cold out isn't it?"
I jump.

"Sorry, did I startle you?"

His eyes are blue.
No, one is brown.
He has heterochromia.

"No- um, I didn't see you,
Yeah, I suppose it is a bit cold"

He glances at my scrubs,
"Where are you headed this early?"

I give him a look.
“The hospital…”

He smirks.
"Isn't that your bus then."

A bus pulls out the stop
and speeds away
Wait-
"Oh shoot that is my bus!"

The stranger laughs,
his eyes crinkle at the sides.

"Well here’s my bus,
so I guess this is goodbye"

I sigh.
“Bye then.”
Pretty eyes.
Nichole Mar 2018
Im staring at his eyes
A beautiful green and deep blue
Whose looking at me giving a clue
A tear of goodbyes

While his hands are waving at me
Till his car dissapear in my eyes
And the following water stream
The heavy rain falls not minding the cold as ice

Keep holding on his promise
That sealed with a kiss
Im holding on with the keys
Living with you together and at peace
Sorry lame one again

NOTE: btw the guy in poem has heterochromia iridium (?)

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