Lonely on a bus to the shore
Feelings are expensive
The day’s not done but I minus well be…
I breathe into this deep space inside my chest
That I didn’t know was there before.
And I asked, “When’s the sunset?”
“After my bedtime” you replied.
And you keep counting the days out aloud
And I can never tell if you’re thinking of
How many days I have here, left or
How many until im gone again…
I don’t know where im going and
I don’t know where to get off-
But im not lost.
The full moon reflects through the window,
And I close my eyes for the last time.
About the Creator
Mish Graham
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