I smile, I wave, and I wonder once again if there was something I could have said -- should have said Ė that would have made a difference.
He stops to wave back; his bag by his feet, a small, sad smile on his lips. Several other passengers walk by him and I realise heís been there a little longer than is really necessary.
His eyes are locked on mine.
Heís wondering the same thing.
I smile again, blushing, then I raise my fingers to my lips and blow him a kiss.
He laughs. He waves. We leave.
Iíve said enough now.