Her deep set eyes into them I stared,
She was physically present, yet emotionally not there.
I wondered would I have seen more if I stared long enough,
To get the story of this woman, I sat next to on the bus.
Life seemed to live on and around her not within her,
To this stranger who watched her for minutes did it even occur?
Perhaps it was a bad day, a bad month, or even a bad year,
Perhaps she was just in deep thought, and didn’t notice her stop was near.
So much history behind her telling eyes,
I knew with certainty earlier that day, she must of cried.