Under a clear night
during spring,
I waited for the
bus by the roadside,
standing next to you,
hoping my bus
would never arrive.
Unfortunately,
there was one in five minutes.
Praying it would be late,
I wondered
what to say,
some word convincing enough
to make myself stay.
When the timetable on the screen
ticked to one minute,
I looked into your eyes
to understand
what you were wishing for.
As usual, they were full of
love and affection,
but I could not find
the answer
my heart was seeking.
I asked myself:
Should I skip
this bus and take the next one?
But I was discouraged,
as I could not see
any unspoken desire in your eyes,
asking me to stay with you
this whole time.
I decided to listen
to my heart,
and let the coming bus pass by,
promising myself
I’d catch the next one,
just to stay a little longer by your side.
And then our conversation
slowly began to deepen,
as the night grew dark,
as if it had fallen into a gentle loop,
neither of us cared when the buses
came and passed us through.