As I wait in line to get off the bus

I notice you

Standing dead centre

Keenly regarding each and every person who stumbles off

Legs numb from cold, wringing frozen fingers and licking raw lips

Your perfect honey-coloured hair is tousled from the cutting wind

And flops over your piercing eyes

And suddenly, those eyes lock on to mine

And I feel myself struggling to hang on to something

Anything

As my soul connects with yours

And I fall into the never-ending abyss that is love

Two hearts, linked together.

And then I blink.