Two days later his ticket turns to a place
buses come from all over
to pick him up.
Black turns to color
spaces become filled in
sadness becomes happiness
no more waiting
the sun has to rise
his mother kisses him good-bye
he gets on the bus looking from
the back window waving good-bye
until he can’t see her no more … no more … no more …
buses come from all over
to pick him up.
Black turns to color
spaces become filled in
sadness becomes happiness
no more waiting
the sun has to rise
his mother kisses him good-bye
he gets on the bus looking from
the back window waving good-bye
until he can’t see her no more … no more … no more …
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
Shahed
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