Saturday afternoon bu Adam Parry

The bus veers through along
the familiar route,
heading me to a new place,
that
seemed unreachable before sleep.
I'd left everything behind
all my misplaced steps
were waiting to take me to this place.
I'd always be on time for you
and never leaving wondering
if I'd forgotten you- no, not for the length of the
pause in the music. I shared alone with you. That silence of friends
I didn't want to break.
And the wind blew through
the trees as I veered away.
Still running for the next bus that
would take me back to you.
Knowing one more time my face would
veer into your view.