dear you,
i'm sitting at the bus stop listening as they giggle only as lovers do.
i'm sitting in the back of the bus as the smell of pizza wafts through the air.
i'm sitting with my legs crossed watching t.v. through strangers' windows.
i'm sitting in a ball as my curls interrupt my vision and the wind glides around me.
i'm sitting on a green metal bench listening as he talks to himself.
i'm sitting towards the front of the bus allowing my thoughts of the past to replace the present.
i'm sitting at my desk happily exhausted while crickets fill the silence.
sincerely,
shae
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