First love on the city bus

The city bus, a steel cocoon, a stage for daily plays,

Where weary souls and hurried steps pass through in mirrored maze.

But on that day, a different light, a shift in atmosphere,

A melody of morning smiles, erased the usual fear.

You sat across, a canvas frame, with sunlight in your hair,

A book in hand, a world unseen, a silent, sweet despair.

Your eyes met mine, a fleeting glance, then quickly turned away,

A blush that stained your cheeks a rose, at the game we dared to play.

The bus rumbled, a lullaby, each stop a stolen glance,

A stolen smile, a whispered dream, a shy and awkward dance.

The worn-out seats, the stale perfume, transformed into a throne,

Where stolen moments bloomed in hearts, where seeds of love were sown.

We fumbled words, a nervous laugh, a question shyly cast,

About the book, the worn-out spine, a future glimpse amassed.

You spoke of worlds within those pages, of heroes brave and bold,

And I, of dreams that soared above, a story yet untold.

The bus lurched on, each stop a sigh, as miles began to dwindle,

But every bump, each screeching brake, a secret song would kindle.

The city sounds, a fading hum, replaced by whispers warm,

Of shared desires, unspoken hopes, safe from the gathering storm.

You told me then, with voice so soft, your stop was drawing near,

A pang of fear pierced through the joy, a future filled with fear.

I gathered courage, clumsy words, a plea to stay a while,

To walk the streets beneath the sun, and share another smile.

You hesitated, fingers tracing lines across the worn-out page,

A battle fought in those soft eyes, then turned the final page.

"Alright," you said, a trembling voice, a blush upon your face,

"But only for a little while, a stolen moment's grace."

We stepped outside, the city stretched, a symphony of sound,

But hand in hand, we walked along, on hallowed, sacred ground.

The towering buildings, concrete giants, seemed to shrink and fade,

As laughter filled the afternoon, a future unafraid.

We spoke of dreams, of hopes and fears, of futures yet to be,

A connection formed in stolen glances, on a crowded city spree.

The park emerged, a haven green, beneath the watchful sky,

And on a weathered wooden bench, our futures seemed to lie.

The hours flew by, a whispered tale, beneath the whispering leaves,

First love confessed on trembling lips, a promise the wind weaves.

The setting sun, a fiery kiss upon the city's face,

Painted the clouds in hues of love, a love we couldn't erase.

But reality's cold hand reached out, the bus stop loomed ahead,

The final stop, a bitter truth, the words we couldn't tread.

A tear escaped, a lingering touch, a promise softly spoken,

"I'll find you, somehow, someway," a fragile vow unbroken.

The bus arrived, a metal beast, to claim its waiting prey,

A final, longing glance exchanged, then you had slipped away.

The city lights began to blink, the streets began to hum,

But in my heart, a melody, a love that wouldn't succumb.

The city bus, a daily scene, now holds a memory bright,

Of first love's spark, a whispered dream, on a single stolen flight.

Though miles may stretch, and years may pass, the feeling will remain,

A love etched deep within my soul, a promise whispered in the rain.