Erosion of Loneliness

Riding the same bus at the same time, I see the same people,
at least most days. The tiny frail white-haired lady usually
sits facing me, on the other 3-person seat, but today
she smiles brightly and carefully sits across both of the two
remaining seats on my bench. Odd, I think, while reading my book.
A few minutes later, a gentleman slowly climbs on board
with his cane, asking courteously, “May I squeeze in here?”
She scoots a couple inches over, closer to me, leaving
a generous gap between us, then smiles and replies, “Of course!
Squeeze away. After all, none of us get enough of that, eh?”
I can hear the blush in her voice. “No, none of us do, do we?”
he replies, smiling. She smiles back. I can’t see it, but I know
anyway. Their shy conversation floats past, filled with awkward
hopeful gaps. I smile, too, studiously reading my thin book.


7 responses to “Erosion of Loneliness

  1. What a great thing to read first thing in the morning. My mind has already started creating the sequels for their romance. The familiairity and distance that comes with people on a bus or walking in your own neighborhood where you do not know your neighbors names.

  2. What a great story. You described it perfectly–I read it and felt I was there…and I’m glad it’s a true story!

    Nope, none of us get enough of that!

    • When I started the month, I was having trouble coming up with good topics, and realized that (a) I wasn’t praying about my poems (which seems to be an important part of the process for me), and (b) that I wasn’t truly listening to the world around me. There are poems EVERYWHERE, all around us. Many of the NaPoWriMo ones have, of necessity, a direct connection to the events of the day. It is amazing how these little stories carry so much more than the moment, if someone only really listens. 🙂

  3. I agree, prayer seems to open my eyes in an internal way. Wonderful story, to be remembered for a long time.

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