Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Reflection

There goes
another bus
another one
and another one..
all of which
I could’ve board.

Yet here
I find myself
looking through
the restless waves
below
at an image
broken,
appearing and
disappearing;
a reflection.

This is
to all the buses
I did not board
and how glad
am I for that

For all the while,
I had
talked and
cried and
smiled
with that image;
that image so dear
would
care to listen.

Would laugh
when I laugh
Would weep
when I weep
Would bleed
when I bleed

How broken
How hurt.
Regardless.

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