I have muddied the waters,
I stirred sentiment and sediment,
The words rushed from my mouth.

The dirt was from the past,
If I was a better man, let it pass...,
I made her cry and long for home.

The tears cleaned lines  down her face,
then mascara followed, more proof of my disgrace,
In her anguish she left my side, her place.

Selfish victories, being right was never so wrong,
I watched her walk and then run away,
I sat frozen and fixed, a broken man without care.

I knew where she was going to go, if she could see,
through the tears, I could hear her raging over the
pounding rain, I was responsible for both of our pain,
I hurt her.

The bus drove up and through the humid widows,
people stared, as the driver said to me, "getting on?"
I just sat and stared too dumb to speak, now numb.

The bus doors closed and with a hiss, drove away,
I turned and looked as the bus sped away,
I saw her in the distance, turn to see if I was still there,
hope in her despair?

The next moments were the worst of my life, she jumped off the curb,
Into the path of the bus, she had timed it so well, she didn't yell,
as she landed with both feet, in the lane,  as the bus safely passed.

Threw her arm and finger in the air,  her despair was now anger, I
could no longer hear her as she continued her rant and crossed the road,
turning her back and leaving me for good, severed ties, it was goodbye.