Fading memories

Chapter Three

aiting passengers at alert

In anticipation to hurry to get a seat to make it to their destination early.

This time, I didn’t turn my head left and right in search for you

Neither did I feel like something was amiss

I just clung my purse tightly to my side

And made my way into the bus just as before you came along

I took a seat this time by the window

And when the aged long vehicle noisily jerked into motion with a slow speed,

I could swear I saw you through the foggy window

Waving vigorously at the bus to not leave you behind.

Was it really you I saw?

Or was it the droplets of water that slowly trickled down the window that was hypnotizing me into delusion? Do you remember?

The rainy mornings of July

By the crowded bus stop of high street

Were our memories started and was strong

 There I waited for you to show up everyday

And didn’t mind being a bus late just so I could ride with you

Where I’d scurry my way through

Just to ensure I wasn’t a seat away from you,

Where it took you months to notice or even say hi to me

But you were the highlight of my every morning, afternoon and especially nights where we’ll sail in our own sea of indulgence

The journey engulfing our bodies intricately to destination at last.