She Smiled

There is a girl sitting at the bus stop with me.
I’ve never met her before, and
we haven’t spoken a word to each other,
but I’ve already had a peek
into her drawer of emotions.
It is as if I can read her mind. I watch
a smile spread across her face
when he first texts her.
She types a reply, checks it
before she sends,
to make sure she doesn’t say anything stupid.
while she waits for a reply,
she re-reads his texts because
they make her smile.
Then she stares off into space,
day-dreaming about his smile.