The Plead

There's was a solemn, quiet, almost earey mood as the bus moves along it's route. The routine is habitual; faces step on, faces step off and somehow everyone on this journey makes eye contact with one another, a moment of acknowledgement. Some faces, focused on the task at hand, others caught in the rapture of the moment and others trying to avoid facing the eyes concentrated on getting attention. This is the setting for him, he, himself, nameless, faceless but felt. He hides away behind his face, the people who see him, can't really visualize him, read him, get a feel and that is the way he prefers to exist in the background, away from the open doors. The soft black plastic pushes bass and treble notes at his ears, the words fill his mind, reminding him of himself, his days past, his day present and dreaming of a tomorrow he hopes to reach, perhaps redemption is written in his letter to dawn. Alone he sits in a crowd, reaching for an outlet that is not there and then... She sits. Her skin is almost transparent, her eyes are inviting and large, her smile reminds him of glory, without saying a word, she invites him into her world, wanting, waiting for him to speak and open the door to a new chapter. As other people group into other seats and a musical chair arrangement takes place, she finds her place at his side. Their eyes meet at profile, smiles appear though neither of them are looking at the time that they are present. No words are said, no introductions, how are yous; they sit at each others side until she realizes that he will not speak, he can't, he's unwilling to try, unable to move and paralyzed by his feelings, his reality and the moment. His stop slowly approaches, he rises and walks past her without a gaze, the door opens as he takes his first step to rejoin a standing reality, he turns to her and gives her a warm smile and then he says aloud to her; Can I leave my Joy with you..?