the girl on the bus

i love your tote bag
overflowing with colorful
pens and highlighters

i love your notebooks
of all shapes and sizes
you always find time to write in

i love your thick dark hair
tied with ribbons away
from your beautiful face

i love your small, thin script
that i cannot hope to read
in your language

i write this poem for you
because i do not know
and cannot write your name