Ride Home

On a bus ride home,

I leaned against the window,

Watching the raindrops fall and bounce slightly of the pavement.

I stared across the street,

With the raindrops blurred and the memory vivid.

And I thought about the only thing that was in my mind.

In a trance full of delight,

I was caught off guard as the bus swerved to the left,

And eventually a halt right on my stop.

From that moment onwards,

I wished that bus rides were long,

For I love the memory that came with it.

And I wished that it will last forever.

~S.H.~