sometimes,in the cold darkness,at my bus-stop,

i think about making what would probably end up being,
a feeble/fumbling/bungled attempt,
to break the ice with that female,
who walks by my bus-stop.

her, with the two dogs,
the one that i blanked,
so very long ago now.
stick-thin, lowryesque figure,
( if i could paint a picture, of HER walking up that hill)
slightly bent forwards as she walks,
battling not only the elements,
and the steepness of the hill,
but she has a gait that seems,
i don't know,
so awkward,laboured,
and such a pained look about her.


but that could be such a loaded can 'o' worms.
an absolute pandora's box.
my life,
i mean how much termoil can a person take?

and even allowing for the best imaginable outcome,
do i really want to go there?

best left alone imo.

and then,
i wonder.

ho'hum.

if i DID attempt to speak to her.

so many,
ifs,buts,
what-ifs,and maybes.

what right do I have,
to gatecrash her life.
and then,
maybe she could use a little "gatecrashing".
and maybe not.

and like said,
"pandora's".
maybe.

and at MY age.
we'll see.
i could just have a mad moment.
but i doubt it.

bedtime.