I clutched onto the edge of the bus seat
Like it was a white cliff
Stringy hair covering my cheeks
Stained and littered with tears
At 7:31pm
I passed your street
And for a moment it all stopped
I remembered what it was like before all of this
So forth I rocked on the cliff edge
Wondering whether I should jump off now
Or save it for later
A little glimpse of hope that you might come back
The only thing holding me back now