Mentally I urge the driver on
'Faster, faster', I cry out silently
As I watched from the glass window,
The receding line of light.
At least the bus reaches the stop,
I alight from the bus
Excitedly, I hop
Off and walk briskly
Praying it will still be there
What I have yet to see in a long time
One to be my good omen.
But.
It's not there.
My heart sinks.
I am too late.
Perhaps a min or two.
The sun has set.
