It was a Friday morning, I was running late
As usual, I'd already expected the bus to be crowded
Normally, it was something I would hate
But that particular morning, I was delighted
I wanted people to just keep pushing
I wanted to feel his skin
He smelled of lemons, refreshing!
I'm so lucky I was standing next to him
I wished the bus would've stopped working
passengers would be asked to go down,
and maybe then, I could get his name
Unfortunately, he said "excuse me",
walked past me, then through the doors
I tried to catch a glimpse of his face
but all I saw were closing doors
I guess I just have to accept the fact
there's nothing else I could do
Although, I can't help but ask
"When he got off that bus, was he thinking of me too?"