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The day I last saw you,
you were sitting at the bus stop.
It was not written there,
"The bus will stop here"
But we stopped there.
You are afraid to cross the road alone.
We used to cross the road holding hands.
The noise of people on the sidewalk
and in the crowd of tired people,
I was running to fulfill my dreams.
You sit in the women's seat of the local bus.
I stood and watched you go.
Towards the moving bus
I used to look up.
You also saw me through the glass window.
Eye to eye,
We lost in the same passion.
That was our last meeting.
I can never forget your eyes.
