Used Bus Tickets
USED BUS TICKETS
You left me on a bus. . . . . .
Blowing along the sidewalk
As the bus left on its way to the next stop,
Each tiny ticket a token of a journey
Which lasted only a short while,
And now thrown away without a second thought,
Tossed aside as the trip ended
And a new journey began;
Just so much jetsam -
No more than a short-term memory
Ending up in the gutter
Along with other useless articles,
Forgotten and trodden underfoot -
Disappearing with no second thought,
And lost in the empty wastes
Of no one’s memory.
Just the way you treated me,
Despite the way my heart
Had given itself to your care.
. . . . . And you left me.
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