On the bus (a poem)

I see you missing the bus
while I’m waiting inside it,
eager to feel you by my side,
smell the sea of your skin
and smile with your smile.

I liked you.
I answered your “do you want to be my girlfriend question?”
And you missed the truth under my lying answer.

What follows?
An unbearable absence of laughter.
An emptiness during the bus ride.
Then, the sea slips through the window,
and I feel you beside me.