The secret story

Bus trip

"It was me who waved at you from that bus yesterday!"

"I know", I said, "I saw you too!" thinking: "What did you say?"

For who else I check every seat of every bus I'm passing by?

Few times you were there: fifth seat on the left...no, I'm not a spy.

It's just making my day better seeing you.

It had  better didn't, but that feeling grew.

It was Wednesday. I was waiting for the bus

I was late then, but it seemed to be nowhere!

"This is a bad da...", I started to declare

My breath stopped for a second -

My heart started to race:

You're here, waiting for the bus! But on the other side...

Sudden I couldn't remember where am I late

I took my phone pretending like someone changed my direction

I couldn't think so well to make a rhyme, but did I mention

That in that day we talked for the first time?

My favorite part: the bus was full!

Like twenty people on a bike.

And forced to stay too close to you

I found out that I like!

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