Yearning for Amber

 If only time stands still.

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I see you and everything else disappears

Nothing really matters,

Not the pimply kid who sits

Quietly beside me while torturing his iPod;

Not the bus driver who blows his horns

To the irritation of the passengers

Who slept late and woke up early,

Including me.

Everything becomes a blur

When you are around me.

And for days, the sight of you

Makes me want to wake up 

A little bit late so that I'll be

In the same bus you are in,

Which my boss complains about

Since she expects me to be there

Way too early than what's needed.

Yesterday I almost wished that

For a time, can I have my life

Stopped inside that bus?

Like a mosquito trapped in Amber,

I yearn for that brief feeling of elation,

Of immortalizing a single moment 

That somehow makes me get by.

My day begins and ends the moment 

You enter and alight the bus.

That's approximately 30 minutes.

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*Pics from collectorsquest