Parting

[羅拔]

On the bus there's only silence
Unlike before, as we were
Talking and laughing, sometimes
Blamed by sleepy passengers
So short the time and our way home
30 minutes, how small it is to a day
But so happy I was, I guess you too
Secrets we shared, jokes we told
Were taken away when you left
Like the other passengers, always
I dive into a full blank called
SLEEP

[麵糰仔]

The poem has a fantastic rhythm that seems to reflect the rhythm of a moving train!
Interesting story, too.

=)