The Bus.

She wore glasses when we first met. her hair was dirty blonde and she had faire skin. She was shy..I was forward. Our intrests conflicted, we ate diffrerent foods..we both loved each other.
We held hands.. talked of things much distant and closer than we like. We dated for years. We married. I would rush home after work, and my world was suddenly different. Our children never had to hear us TELL them we loved each other..or them. Or dog chased the nieghbors cat.
She became more beautiful with age, her conservative dressing never changed, yet her beauty bundled shined through the seems of her long skirt. We never parted, and I would die before her...blessed by many grandchildren and family....and dogs... The sun would set eventually.

A beatles song reveberated through my mind..."She said...."

And then she came to her stop, and got off the Bus.

I never knew her name..or saw her again.