Not losing hope, she tried to persuade,

Yet, he was firm in his stand,

All came crashing down,

When she knew it was just her.

She wished to create memories,

With him in the final moments,

Without him, she felt barren,

Though surrounded by her friends.

All was set, for the trip to start,

Luggages packed and decked,

Transit bus geared and ignited

At the marked night, moon shining bright.

One by one, the guys took their seats,

And her eyes still searched for him,

Sadly hoping for him to enter,

Luckily, dampened mood turned bright.