One

Tiny drops of rain just landed on a bus’ window pane

Cleansing particle of dust producing walls of vague

Pale hands reaching each teardrop waiting for its fall.

Sitting beside you suffocates me.

Waiting for the magnetic current flowing through my fingertips to cross your hand so cold.

Stealing glances at your face.

Captivating still pictures of yours through the lenses of my eyes.

Looking at you being controlled by the powerful words of music running through your ears.

Then, catching me falling from the bait of yours startled me.

Never insisted to hold your hand so tight,

never did even if witness is no one.

Never dared to ask the pair of your headphones to listen the war of music even if antagonist is no one.

Never got braver to talk to you just to catch your attention even noise is none.

Never embraced the warmth that slowly melts my metallic chain of heart even if the only one who could give this is no one.

Never kissed you passionately even in front of our audience is no one.

Never told you “I love you” even the cheers of crowd is none.

Yes, there was you and I, and you are someone.

Yes, there is you and I, and you are the one.

But no, there’ll be no longer you and I, because all I can have is me,

With or without you, I have that one---myself.

Still, I do love you, even if you were the one.