riding the 644-614

What a two-year period we communicate, it
could have been you, yeah, you, Your
presence so full of vibrant hue, Day-to-day,
you give me a prompt, To hop on the 644 and or 
614, To the world of life, revived and anew.

For two good years, you invigorated me,
With witty and easy-going conversations,
Talking to you brought charm and cheer, In the
morning rush, and now and then evening
commute.

Your tee-hee, so infectious and bright, Turned
mundane mornings into pure fruition. As the 
city rushed past in a blur, Your words were a
comfort, a gentle stir.

In those fleeting moments, chance
bestowed, Your energy, like the morning
sun glowed. On my commute, my limbs
grew strong, Like gazelles on the Savanna, 
swift and long.

Your essence is a spark to the sensual, on
the bus, where life’s not the same. You 
resonate, my mornings no longer pearly, With
you, the journey’s worth the stay.

Every morning, the anticipation grew, To see
your smile, to hear something new. Your
insights, like a beacon, guided my way,
Turning a simple bus ride into a glorious new
day.

In the crowded bus, a bright beacon Guided me
through dawn’s first light. Your laughter, a 
melody in the air, Turns the grind into a 
dance fair.

On the 644/614, our paths align, for great
impact, You breathe flow within me, glowing the
morning rush hour. You breathe life into
the daily grind of mine, For your presence, I find my
stride, With gazelle’s grace, I take the ride.

So here’s to you, the life you bring, A song 
of mornings, your praise I sing. On this 
journey, you are the light, Guiding me
through each morning’s flight.

Copyright © Peter Akins | Year Posted 2025

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