School Bus

A poem on memory.

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