59 Bus

by Beth - Scorpio

I have always known you,
the same way my taste buds
have always known my tongue
- without consciousness.

For years this piece of me
-this piece that bares your name
like a brand-
has laid softly, 
unnoticed
beneath the veneer
waiting patiently
for the 59 bus.

It's no surprise 
that you weren't on time
<i>"the traffic was hell"</i>
you laughed.
I smiled,
as you laced
your fingers through mine

and the bus schedule
fell to the ground,
more silent 
than the softest sigh.

Birth sign: Scorpio
Date created: 2005-07-31 20:18:22
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:46:51
Poem ID: 70841

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