Standing at the bus stop
I waited, till dark
She said she would come
like she did, in the park
We had not often met
nor had we talked long
It's just that I can't speak
and she couldn't come along
Yet, we felt, there was
something, binding us
That broke my chain of thoughts
bringing her in focus
At last, disheartened,
I began to move across
As I looked the other side,
my speech was just at a loss;
She had been standing there,
all along, for hours three
It's just, in the traffic,
each other, we did not see
We realized how it felt
we spoke not even a word;
The trueness, of our love,
Our hearts already heard.
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