The Bus and Us

In a time like this, I imagine be in front of your room in midnight and knock the door, but probably there’s no answer. So I peep thru your window and find you were sleeping. I write a message and left it under your doormat. Then I back to my room and proceed sleeping.

          In the morning when you wake up and left your room, not did you notice that there was a message. I know because the routines taught me. I woke up late and you’d be tying your shoes’ laces. By the time I finished my super short shower and embellish my face simply without eyeliner because you always complaint me. Not do I walk in haste, as I know, I’d be catch you at the bus stop. So I walk chill.

          I looking for you at the bus stop but I don’t find. You took the white bus earlier, I took the yellow then. Weird, cause we’re going the same way. So in the bus, I took my time and close my eyes for a minute. I’ll smile while doing that, and you obviously don’t have to guess why. I was reminiscing the good time we had when you were also beside me here, using the yellow bus. I’ll smile while reminiscing, I hope. But I can’t. I do miss you. I'm missing you.