I’m looking for that moment again. The one where your eyes found me.
Tell me you meant every word you said with the intense way they swept all over me. Even if you tried I don’t think you could have hidden that.
There was nothing in the world that could have stopped you from spilling yourself open for me in that moment. It seemed written in all the lines. In all my steps to you.
I saw the exact moment your guard fell. I couldn’t breath. I think you saw me melt into you and the bubble you were shaping around the two of us, shutting out everything and everyone.
I would have stayed there forever, you talking over me and I talking over you – our words about directions and getting lost falling all over each other, caressing and touching.
But what we were really saying was:
Why are you making me feel so beautifully raw here? Who are you? And how are you getting under my skin?
I’m looking for that moment again, driver of the 703 Blackburn bus, the moment when your eyes found me.