He sits on the bus

He sits on the bus

A man with eyes so cold as though his very essence has gone

His face to the window, he just can’t turn away from the world outside. Are his legs shaking?

He tightly grasps his legs with his hands. A solemn look takes over his face, fighting away the frown of before

A man in love, pathetic and alone

He wants to get home and listen to the slow sad music that comforts him and brings him back from the void of mindlessness

See it? It’s in his eyes. He wants to cry, how much does he miss you? It’s tearing him apart from the inside - it must hurt so much

He watches the life outside the window.

Every tree, plant, car, sign, building and house whispers I love you

He feels such pain. He feels such remorse. He feels so betrayed.

He is me - the voice within