The wind blows strong From outside the door. It touched my face with An intense love. It kept on blowing Keeping me comfy.
I look inside all around I see people sitting here and there And everywhere. On the seats. On the floor and over the racks. Standing, sitting, sleeping and thinking. All of them thinking at once. "When will I reach home ?"
Here I am Standing beside the coach door Feeling the wind in my hair Feeling it in my heart.
Suddenly I see her outside the door That face glowing with love. Her lips red, her eyes wide Floating in the the wind. Just within my hands reach.
I reach out to her. Trying to hold her hand. But alas! She disappears. Back into my imagination. Back to her place in my memory.