I thought you were a ghost <br />when I first saw you hovering there, <br />ethereal and vaporous. <br /> <br />You were lost, <br />you wore wisteria in your hair, <br />diaphanous. <br /> <br />You crossed <br />the street and we sat there <br />as I waited for the bus. <br /> <br />In your gypsy dress you tossed <br />your skirts with flare, <br />beauteous. <br /> <br />I stood up to see <br />if my bus was in sight <br />and when I glanced back <br />all I saw was a sprig of wistera. <br /> <br />Your absence <br />haunts me.<br /><br />Sonny Rainshine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-girl-at-the-bus-stop/
