Monday, December 02, 2013


She's charging around my heart,
Like a bull in a china shop
Just a quiet girl, at the bus stop

She takes the 4:15
Every day it seems
Sits across from me

I don't know why it is
I always feel like such a wreck
Sitting on the 4:15

She walks across the parking lot
A mile from where they drop me off
Just oblivious

There's an ocean tearing at my seems
A mouthful of words I can't release
Every afternoon, when I'm sitting across from her
On the 4:15

I'm exclamation points and capslock
When we pull up to her bus stop
My eyes resting on the clock
When it's 4:15