In the bus

In 2009 I wrote my first poem (that I remember of). It wasn’t that good, but thought of sharing it here anyway:

You were there in the bus
Alone or accompanied
I was too shy to approach
and your silence didn’t encourage
I sat still
Starring at the parts I could see
of your face
You didn’t notice
You were in your own world
That I could never make out
I was in agony the whole journey
But you didn’t look
Was I invisible?
Then the bus stopped
you had to leave
you saw me
and acknowledged me with a “bye”
That is still
Looping in my mind

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