her goodbye
We stood at the bus stop waiting for the bus to come She had come to pay me a visit. Two years had passed without seeing her and those two seemed like eternity I did not even want to let her go. I stared at her, admiringly aimless, speeches with tears of joy rolling over my chicks when the bus arrived it was she to depart how painful it was for me letting her go! she hugged me, she kissed me while crying too and even when the bus left, I kept on waving, waving… my feet were stiff and my heart was numb. I was stuck. Thanks to my colleague who pushed me on to the road I became sick, sick even to the point of going to bed early But before I lay on bed, I switched on the TV for news News! of which I am addicted to. News on the screen! Lo! Lo! Lo! Guess what news that evening? The bus my loved one had boarded a few hours ago Had plunged into a ditch and all on board had perished. Straight I went into a coma! her goodbye haunts meThe word goodbye sometimes scare me a lot! Written December 8th, 2001 © on Dec 08 2001 03:15 AM PST 0 • 1
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"We stood at the bus stop waiting for the bus to come..."