School Bus
A school bus passes me by today
the rain leaves ripples in puddles through the street
the past feels unreal
as I grieve over the child I used to be
When I think of her now
she appears to me in an innocuous haze
her features worn by the downpour of memories
a poor girl caught in the rain
We rode the same bus together
and we've been separated by the tide
does she still recall that boy?
in the vast, bottomless blue of her mind?
We'd race down the aisle
the bus driver yelled but we paid no mind
we'd laugh and play
as the outside world rolled by
Like the rain trickling down the window
washed away to time
she was a chance encounter in my life
and disembarked from the ride
The rainy clouds are parting
the sun shines brightly in the sky
that bus is going, going
and it hurts to say goodbye