on the bus im always missing
someones touch or someones smile
ill still be miles away when im home
and i cant say what 'it' is
because i share in these
feelings...selfless
can it be if its so much what i want
and i too have no power to predict duration
no strength to take position
to where im waiting to be told
what im waiting, Lord, to know
im asking "may i" do you want me asking "what is best"
on this bus where others are touching
eyes are conversing
voices are laughing
i sit beneath a solitary light
illuminating my loneliness, my singular state
and yet i feel as one untouched
by sins strong pulling to be completed by
what will only make emptier voids
i want to see you through this window
or across the seat, to hear your voice
and i want no touch, no embrace or physical affection
i just want to know i can comfort you, be it even a blanket
for me it will suffice, ill walk back out the door
but Jesus, im still asking and hoping there will be more.

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