Await the doors

As people await the doors to open at their stop. 

Some are smiling in excitement for their destination.

Some dread the place they are heading. 

A collection of smiles mixed with frowns within the bodies, and confusion takes hold of a couple.

Maps take recognition for the lost. 

Cell phones are scanned by the eyes and watches get a quick gander.

Children cling to the parents and groceries rustle in the hands of the owners.

Local papers are folded and books are shut. 

The eagerness of these people await in their bones. 

By the time those doors swing open... 

Everyone disperses, like throwing a handful of marbles onto the cement.