My task is simple.
Determined, I walked towards the old yellow bus that will leave before 10 a.m.
I sit still. I need to focus. I have to stop thinking. Because I may have doubts.
——
We finally gave our final kisses.
This is not our last goodbye but I can’t stop the tears.
I ended our tight hug and finally let go of her.
She then finally went inside the yellow bus.
She will be leaving before 10 am to finally pick the dress that she will be wearing on our wedding day.
I would like to come with her but she refused.
She wanted it to be a surprise.
—–
I hate seeing people who kissed in public.
In my own country, we never do that. But here, I think it’s normal.
“Stop.” I tell myself.
I have to focus.
This yellow bus is leaving before 10 am.
I should leave earlier.
——-
I stayed waiting for her yellow bus to leave.
I stand and blow air kisses as she looked at me through the not-so-clear window.
I have no plans of letting go of her lovely brown eyes until a man with a blue cap bumped into me.
I looked at him, straight to his eyes.
He looked at me too.
But I stopped staring because 10 am is near, and my love will be leaving.
———
Finally, off I go.
I wanted to run. But I didn’t.
I walked briskly amid this busy city’s humidity.
I reached my final spot.
Far from what will happen.
But near enough to see the yellow bus.
I waited until…
———-
I waved unceasingly as the yellow bus went away.
I stopped when she cannot see me any more.
Until…
———
Scream. Sirens. Blood.
There’s no more yellow bus.
—
09.23.2015
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer
Fantastic..
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thank you Vikey!
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Good one
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thank you, Andrew!
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All that anticipation to have it crushed in the end. Great story poem with a tragic ending!
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Awwww. Thank you dear PJ!!! Morbid, again? HAHA
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Hahahahaha! Welll… a little morbid. You like to write stories with tragic endings. I suppose when you get older (like me) you may be more of a “happy ending” kind of person. Hahahaha!
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HAHAHAH! Maybe, PJ! maybe!!! 😀 😀 😀
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😀 😀 😀
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Tragedy at the weekend, Rosema 😦 A good story highlighting each moment with our loved ones is special. We never know when it may end.
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Oh I am so sorry. My beginning of writing fiction was really bloody. So expect more Davy as I posted my throwback fictions.
Also, last Friday 14 lives were killed by a bomb here in the Philippines. It’s saddening. Terrorism is saddening. *sigh*
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I read about it in the news, Rosema, and it was very sad. Events like this seem to be an every day occurrence. Looking forward to more of your bloody fiction :0
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That is true. It’s like a new normal, which is sad.
Thank you! 😀 There’s more to come!
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I am looking forward to it. Will I need to get out and polish my detectives badge :0
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Yes! You might Detective Davy! 😀
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Yep, I remember reading it in course. It’s capturing..
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Oh thank you Madeeha! 😀
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Love this! Beautifully written. The ending sure was tragic.
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Hi Natasha! Thank you very much! ❤
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Here one minute, gone the next. Good storytelling.
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yes. yes. thank youuu!
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You’re utmost welcome!
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😉
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Makes me think of what’s happened in your country recently. An explosion. Not that explosions don’t happen here, because they do. But whenever they are near people, experiences that have nothing to do with why the bomb was placed are changed forever, if not terminated. Good writing, sister, about real tragedy.
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Yes. Yes, brother. Terrorism is everywhere. And it kills, a lot, millions of lives. *sigh*
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Yeah, sigh.
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Hauntingly tragic tale at the end. Another one and more for the body count, I guess. Great write.
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Yay! this was just a repost so maybe they are already counted? HAHA
Thanks, MAndi!
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what a beautiful morbid prose you got in there hah…
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HAHA. love the word, morbid! HAHA thank you, Mich!
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Oh my God! This was a real thriller. I love the way you wove back and forth between the different perspectives
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Thank you, Mel! i think this is a vignette as told by our once Writing 101 mentors. 😉
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