RIDING HOME

I sit here ,quite faraway from you,
Im looking at you but I’ll turnaway
If you should even glance my way,
My eyes move from your shoes
To your clothes , then your hair,
Finally I rest my gaze on your face..

Are you happy?
I turn and look out the window,
And for a minute,
I listen to the song playin through my earphones,

Do you look back at ur life and smile
Or are you filled with nothing but regret?
Do you have kids and do they love you?
I look back at you to see if you are
Wearing a wedding band.

Your husband, is he alive?
Do you still love him like you did
The day you said your vows?
How long has it been?
30 years or more? Or maybe less,

Have you cried more than you’ve laughed,
Did you get to achieve all your childhood dreams?
Is there something you always wished for
But never got the chance to have?
Are you afraid of dying?

I glance back at your shoes and think
“do you have enough…’
Just then the bus comes to a halt
I fling by school bag over my shoulder,
Look back at you one more time,
I walk to the door thinking
“Are you happy?”

I step out of the bus with no answer
To any of my questions,
The bus drives off and I walk right back
Into my life, before meeting the old lady.