there was a couple sitting in front of me. she lay her head on his shoulder, he leaned his head against hers. they slept there like this. i stared at the touch of their temples through the crevice of the bus seats in front of me. the touch of their hearts. hozier croons in my ears. the lyrics manifested in them, that touch of theirs there. i turn to the window after a while and prop my elbow up, touch my hand to my head, shielding my eyes from the sun. i still feel it's warmth though. so calming. i doze off. hozier continues his crooning. i wake slowly some minutes later and find the man sitting in the row in front of me. the woman is alone in the row in front of him, the first single seat. i stare at the sad number "2" on the back of the seat in front of him, the empty seat next to her, the seat he was sitting in before, completing their sequence. i wonder what happened. what could have gone so wrong in such a short time. i guess that's love, right? his head tips to his left in his sleep. her head is still, tilted far to the right in her sleep. the sun shines on their eyes in a way that they don't see. i know they can still feel that warmth. i guess that's love, right?
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