"Bus Stop"
We met
To part.
Loved
To leave.
Cambridge
The Bus Stop
where you awaited with eagerness.
Off and away so quickly you hopped,
leaving me behind,
blind and hopeless.
But...
At this temporary shelter
where levity is norm,
love manifests,
companionship forms,
like desert flowers,
drinking their only rainfall.
Goodbye my friends.
The flowers will be kept in my heart.
Our smiles will be their sunshine,
our tears their rain,
for them to multiply into new territories.
To grow. To flourish. To conquer.
30 June 2012
Cambridge
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