Bus Stop Go
Standing there at the bus stop
Too nervous to even speak
You showed up looking
Like you were the bomb
I try to say something but
My tongue doesn't move
It just sends to my brain an utter
Sitting behind you your perfume
Hits me like a brick off an overpass
Seven more minutes of bliss
Eight if we get stuck at the light
Six hours and forty-four minutes
I get the same smell from behind
As my words are only in my mind
Tomorrow at the bus stop to there I go
Copyright © Michael Price | Year Posted 2022
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