i missed the first bus but caught this instead

there, standing inside the bus shelter and looking into the dark window-scape in front of me, i could see two people together -- a man, sitting, and a woman, standing close, in contact. he seemed to be nuzzled against her stomach, his head leaning against her -- warmth and comfort, before my eyes. and then i noticed how their oneness was more than just my reading of this scene, how their forms blurred, merged below the waist. i shifted on my feet slightly, then saw that as she stood, solid, on the sidewalk outside, he didn't. i looked over my shoulder and saw him in the flesh, seated alone on a bench inside.

so much for the tender scene. should i have then been disappointed?

looking back to the window as the bus arrived and the people around me began to move, i saw her hand stroke his hair before she turned away.