The Power of a Look

It was a few months ago now, but I remember it as though it  happened only moments ago. The bus I was riding stopped at the station. As I peered out of the rain-slicked windows, I saw you. You stood alone, but with an air of confidence that radiated in the damp night. You were busy reading a text message, probably from a lover, but you happened to look up, as though distracted by something. Our eyes locked from 50 feet away. Your gaze found mine amongst the crowd of  hundreds of  people on the platform that night. It was magical. No words spoken, not even a wave, but your look said it all. You held my stare as the bus pulled me from you, and with a simple smile, our lives parted ways. It's strange that a connection so brief has affected me so. I often think about you. I wonder who you are or where you were headed in the rain that night...