The Bus

The bus arrived and she wasn't there..
No one to leap towards me at my very sight
No one who at every moment holds me tight
No one who can constantly talk about their day
No one who pats my head and says I love your hair
No one who smiles like they care
And for that I run everyday to get my fair share
As soon there will be a day..
That will have no bus to stare..
Just endless layer of mixed emotions..
Right then The bus arrived and her smile.. appeared through open doors..
Jumped out at me to catch her..
Started talking as I thought ohh boy
How will one not miss these days once they are over..
Like my mom does..
And soon I will.

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