Song That Waited

I always sat by you, a passenger in your space,
But that day, the window seat was mine, as raindrops hit my face.
That same song on repeat, a familiar beat,
As the steady drumming of the rain felt so sweet.

The silence between us, a familiar ease,
Spoken in shared breaths and a gentle breeze.
We never spoke, just existed in our own little space,
Two strangers on the same path, in the same place.

And then you broke the quiet with a "Hi,"
That one word changed everything, beneath the sky.
My music faded; the rain became a blur,
And your voice was the only sound I'd prefer.

With every word, a new connection grew,
A sense of familiarity, so deep and true.
The words were few, but they held the weight,
And that's when you told me of a final date.

It was your last day on the bus, a sad twist,
The words hung in the air, a heavy, rainy mist.
Our paths were about to diverge, a future unknown,
The shared moments we found were already flown.

The bus pulled up, we said goodbye,
The moment brief, beneath a misty sky.
As you walked away, a stranger no more,
A beautiful memory I'd forever adore.

That song I played, I moved from my list,
Because it was a memory that I couldn't resist.
The song just moved, it wasn't a delete,
It found a new home, a permanent heart-seat.

Today, it looked like it would rain again,
The clouds hung low, with a familiar pain.
I was on that same bus, on that same lane,
My fingers wanted to play the refrain.

The door clicks open with a sudden jolt,
A familiar face walks up the steps, an old story unfolds.
My fingers no longer hesitate to play the beat,
And with no thought, the song was now freed.