Bus Number 61

A poem.

By Annelise

Waiting

Cold dark

Four glass walls

I see you coming

But no, it isn’t you

A different set of headlights instead

I sigh because it’s been so long

I wonder if you’re even gonna come through

I stand in anticipation of your arrival

The time has come and gone

You have gone with it

You are not coming

Light cold

Alone

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