After The Show
She had rested her head on his shoulder.
He wrapped his arm across her body,
and she leaned into him.
They had been defeated,
but to her,
it didn't even matter.
She remembers the texture of the brown vinyl school bus seats
and the fluorescent glow of the lights overhead,
illuminating the isle.
She was wearing show makeup, heavy and slick,
and it probably rubbed off a little on his uniform.
She was so happy.
She loved the people surrounding them on that yellow bus,
and she loved the boy with his arm around her for loving her.
This was the beginning, and the beginning was beautiful.
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