Passing Love


She was perfect as perfect could be

And though I feared her divinity

I stammered and motioned her to sit


Her smile lighting up my face

Like shiny buttercups in spring

I hesitated and muttered my name


As her eyes reflected my fear

She multiplied my inner distress

I blushed and forgot how to move


Lightly touching my trembling knee

She said words I did not hear

I shook myself and looked to the sky


Rising from her seat once more

Passing me with head held high

I cried inside, and stayed on the bus

◄ I met her there

Dead Whispers ►


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