I love saying "hello" and "bye" to him,
It's the best part of my day.
I like how he has started waving his hand
the way I do while greeting him.
On some days,
we don't get to say bye to each other at 'our place'
So I speed walk to get a glimpse of him
in his bus before he leaves.
We would beam with admiration for each other
on seeing each other through the grimy window.
On one such day,
I was exhausted and all I needed was to
see him one more time.
So I wait outside for his bus to arrive.
I see him, and my face lights up.
I see her next to him, and my face falls.
They were watching something on his phone, and smiling.
He didn't even notice me standing outside
while my heart was in absolute chaos.
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Poems about Love
PoetryContains only poems, from the book- I thought you were mine (in the process of being written by me), and just poems about love. It contains letters, his povs, and just feelings of love. The poems are not in any particular order. I hope you like th...
