Love as told from the perspective of a bus stop

would be the best kind of love 

All full of good intentions and completely nonstop 

Faces of every emotion in and out carelessly indicative of 

How everything else lacks affection

Love outside of a bus stop would look like 

A cherished favorite film

Played on a loop

As to make the film neither 

Cherished nor

Favorite

Love outside of a bus stop would feel like

A Christmas morning at an adult age 

Like buildup and wide-grinned anticipation

But once reached

A Tuesday, but colder 

and with more lights everywhere

Love outside of a bus stop would taste like 

The same bag of potato chips

Eaten every day

Just to find that they were never that good 

in the first place

But

Love as told from the perspective of a bus stop

Would be innocent and naive 

Never big or ambiguous  

But little and local

Just like a bus stop love should be