stranger

the first time i saw her was at a waiting shade in the central business district of the city where i worked all eyes on her, maybe she was enjoying it too a creature that God made, for ones heart to soar i saw her again , at the same shade with some friends, smiling all their cares away possibly talking bout where to go that night and my heart was really really glad to see her one more time the third time i saw her, she was with someone else he holding her hand, so proud and she gently resting her head on his shoulders how cruel the fates could be how i wish i could go back to the very first time i saw her and i have torn down the window of the bus i was in so that i might have at least tried... how i wish i was able to tear down the bus window that very first time, my mind full of what if questions my heart empty, frozen like winter but i have to take in everything and just leave... the driver calls my stop and it takes forever for me to get to my office my heart full of regret to wait, for an eternity perhaps?