i took a glance at you, and melted at your sight. you stood there, unaware, and, unbeknownst to you, i was dying, perishing. had i known i would be victim of such disparate beauty, i wouldn't have taken the bus that day. or maybe, i would've, if i had been such a masochist. if i had taken pleasure from it. instead, all i feel is ache. utter ache. i want to reach you. to reach out to you. to woo you and make you swoon and smile, pull out every card up my sleeve because then, maybe in that moment, they would've been sincere for once.
but instead, i did not. no, instead, i let you go. and like a fool, i didn't follow you. and like a fool, i let you remain a stranger. will it be forever? i have no clue. but until then. and for as long as our roads are parted, i shall wish you farewell. and in hopes that another bus will reunite us, i shall wait impatiently, longingly, for that glorious day, my love.
and until that glorious day decides to come, my love, i shall allow my mind to remember every parcel of you, like a promise. i shall remember how your ebony curls floated on your shoulders, how your pale fingers grasped the handle, so tight yet so delicate. how your plump lips were of the most beautiful of reds, and how the pink of your cheeks decorated that mesmerizing face of yours.
the sight of you would've put any artist who had dared to think they knew beauty to shame. and i shall be the witness of that.
