what can only be a perfect moment

the sky is dark and the rain is making itself heard on the roof of the bus
I rise from my seat along with an elderly chinese woman as we get to our stop
she steps out of the bus before me and I follow quietly
as I turn my head, I notice an elderly chinese gentleman waiting
umbrella opened
hand held out
he takes his love by the hand quickly
to bring her under his umbrella
and the shelter of his arms

I subsequently hold my tears as I walk home.