New Found Love

They meet on a sunny day,
Met amongst the hustle and bustle,
In the city, this city,
Met after years and years of yearning,
Of texts over calls over visits,
They met on a Sunday.

Blue sweater and a blue bike,
A very unintentional color coordinated
Fashion disaster he was, like always,
Sprayed on the perfume a little too much,
Made the hair look messier than usual,
They met at the bus stop.

Just besides the city was where she lived,
Not much far but far enough during peak commute,
He lived close to the city,
And they met at the bus stop,
Because that’s where she got off and
That’s where the journey began.

So Blue was the color,
Sunday was the day,
Bus stop was where they met
And off they went,
In search of something they both needed,
Maybe a place with no one to judge
Or just a place at all.

And by the time they got back,
A yellow flower made its way through their heart,
But so did the Cherry blossom,
Somewhere along the way they made promises,
To come back again, when the Cherry blossoms were at their peak,
They never did.

And that’s how the day ended,
With hopes and promises
To come back again,
With butterflies in the stomach
And with the new found love.