In shadows through reflections in a window on a bus
I watch you struggling to keep your balance
As the driver makes a sharp stop
And you nearly stumble onto the pram left haphazardly parked
As you step off slowly to disappear pacing
Overrun by the forward motion of the crowd
You are no longer
But rather have become
Abruptly
A thing that never was
But now instilled as a memory of what could have been
Had we touched and smiled and maybe kissed
As yet another shadow through reflections in a window on a bus
I carry through the city
My secret lovers on journeys
My destination
Memories that never were