| At the Bus Stop
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| Date and Time |
- | Feb. 2nd, 2002, 05:35 am | |
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I wrote this on the bus Thursday. | At the Bus Stop
I see you standing at the bus stop cold distance keeps us apart mistrust bred of past deeds a melancholy glance is all we now share
I remember idle hours over coffee or chai
I remember great plans never seen
I remember sharing laughs and sometimes shoulders
I remember a friendship lost | |
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| Comments: |
Christ. That could be my school teacher. But I'm not saying whichone.
i love your buttercup mood icons. they kick ass.
Awesome journal, awesome poetry as well. :o) | |