Hope

And, then, the day came,
when hope, now, didn't fade.
Instead, at first sight of delusion,
it stayed, strong and fueled,
by the same illusion
that destroyed the past

The Bus

She came in a hurry into the bus, a mess of boxes and bags. It took him a second to stand up and offer his seat to her; politely, she declined; gentlemanly, he asked again; honestly, she accepted. They crossed words, just a few. What came in excess, flooding the bus with the warm of kindness, were disguised smiles and stares...