Waiting on Buses
I once saw a girl who was waiting
Sitting on stone steps with destined eyes
Waiting around for buses,
To shortly arrive.
Around her I saw leaves from a dying tree fall
Dancing through season and then to a halt
Yet still she'd wait for buses
That hadn't come.
Days dragged on and soon years began to grow
Time kissed her skin and chiseled at her soul
Still waiting around for buses,
That never seemed to show.
And one day her world slowed down in a time choked clock
She thought about those buses
And realized all along,
She was at the wrong stop.
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