On A Bus

Entry by: jaguar

11th October 2018
We were both on the same bus
but one of us wanted to get off
and the other was clinging on and crying.
It wasn’t me, but you.

You were on a bus and my bus
went past and our eyes met
in a detonation of desire
but we were going in different directions.
Too stubborn to change our minds.

I was on a bus and I saw you
from the top deck
I couldn’t get the driver to stop
in time and you’d gone.
Again. You’d gone again.

I missed the bus I’d meet you on.
That was my last chance.

We travelled on the same bus
our whole lives but never
spoke to each other.
Didn’t even touch with our eyes.

I’m not on any bus anymore.