bus stop

I was waiting by the bus stop when I noticed your reflection

in the window of a shop across the road.

I put my bags down on the pavement and I waved for your attention

but you'd gone before I even said hello.

Then I realised that your image could have only been a mirage,

because you were dead and buried long ago.

I could see the bus arriving so I picked up my belongings.

Don't you think the time has come to let me go?