A Love Not Lost

Quickly please.
Dancing between rain drops.
She ran.
He didn’t see her.
She called.
He didn’t hear.
The bus rumbled.
He waited in line.
She ran.
Broken heel in hand.
He glanced out the window.
Their eyes met trough moist torrents.
The bus pulled forward.
He jumped.
Brakes schreeched.
An embrace.
A love not lost.

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