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Midnight Bus

By , Anoka, MN

Starring up at
The sky
Everlasting black
Abyss

The streets
Are empty
Tonight

The only
Sound
Would be
My Empty
Footsteps
Echoing off
The buildings
In my
Small town

There’s a girl
Sitting
At the bus stop

It’s the only bus
That leaves
The town

She’s gazing
At the ground
Lost in thought

As I step
Closer
She looks up
And smiles

She doesn’t
Stand up
But
She reaches out
Her hand

“This bus leaves
At midnight”
She says
The words
Slowly dripping
Out of her mouth
Like syrup

“Do you really
Want to come?”
The words
More a statement
Then a question

I look down
At the empty
Pill bottle
In my hand
And nod
Slowly

She walks over
Takes my
Hand
And we
Board
The bus

We sit
In the back
Row
And get
Comfortable
It’s a long ride
Ahead of
Us

“Look”
The girl says
And points out
The back window
I turn
And look

He’s standing
There
Clutching my
Note
In his shaking
Hand
About ten meters
Away
The boy
Who helped me
In life
I look away
I let him down
Didn’t I?

He’s weeping
Silently
He doesn’t say
Anything
Just
Cries

“I’m so sorry”
I whisper
I look at
The empty
Pill bottle
Again
“Please don’t cry
for me”

The girl smiles
At me
A sad bitter
Smile
“Are you sure”
She asks
With a slight
Wink of hope
In her words

I look back
At him
He doesn’t want
Me to go

“I’m sorry again
My love”
My voice
Shaking
This time

“This train leaves
At midnight…
And I have
To go”




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