He met her at the bus one day,
Her smile like dawn, his heart astray.
A fleeting glance, a laugh so bright,
She lit the world in passing light.
Her voice was soft, her words were few,
Yet in his soul, a love he knew.
But time was short, the ride too fast,
Her stop arrived—his heart held fast.
He watched her step onto the street,
Her fading form, his lost heartbeat.
His own stop called, the doors hissed shut,
A silent ache, his soul left cut.
If only time had paused awhile,
Or fate had matched her steps to his mile.
But buses run, and moments flee—
Now all he holds is memory.
A love untold, a chance undone,
A station missed, a setting sun.
