A Wait At The Bus Stop Poem by Esther Hadassah Sendeza

I waited for you at the bus stop,
With my hair running loose.
My backpack packed with the little,
That I could pack as fast as i possibly could.

It was raining at the bus stop,
But I had my jacket over my head.
You see, not even the rain,
Could stop the anticipation of your touch.

As I was still waiting at the bus stop,
Minutes turned into hours.
I started to panic, I started to cry.
The day broke into night
But under the stars I still waited...

The rain stopped,
How I wish it was my heart instead! !
You see, I was still waiting...

I was waiting for you.