Are you laying here beside me or is it yet another hollow bus?
Not fussed by your silence I linger in my sea of thoughts. Through memories and clouds I drift.
Your words are a resonating light to my windows.
Ruby ticker in one fist and a purple smile in the rest. Shattered glass and wet curtains fill all four rooms.
The bus stops.
I stroke your hair away from your neck sneaking a bite and a whiff of warmer days.
Looking into your whole I notice you said:
"you've missed your bus". Together we step out hand in hand, my light and your shadow. Slowly fading. Slowly realizing. No more buses.
Lost.