Bus Stop

“I’m so glad you’re alive” I told you this, maybe a little too soon With Nyx painting shadows on our faces it was a little too dark But you’re eyes were transfixed completely on mine And I was completely aware That it was a little too beautiful for just the second day I met you a little too late I wish you could’ve known my 10 year old secrets and friends And I could’ve known yours Maybe I could’ve wiped your 10 year old tears or traced your 10 year old scars with the same worrisome frown I have now And maybe then it would have mattered I told you on the day after we first spoke After hearing what you could only tell a stranger “I’m so glad you’re alive” And this was entirely true, but you replied with a nervous laugh, your eyes exposing the lie in the curl of your lips “Why?” You asked I really didn’t know I guess it was just a little too soon