Last Bus

Awaiting the last bus, sat here in the station
the cold chill air, the ghostly light that eerie sensation
a wail sounds in my head, a siren call, I feel darkness fall
reminders of the last time I sat in this cold empty hall

Last bus, sat patient, engine not yet vibrating
the motor not running, the bus sat idle, my mind migrating
you stood there, a memory ghost of years gone by
left long ago, yet I still see you waving goodbye

Last bus starts to power up, the engines now whirling
the wheels will soon be turning
I see you there, in the corner of my eye, blinked through tears
been gone so many years; what brings you to mind, in this shelter of haunting fears

Last bus on the way from the station
waiting, just letting the night feed on my emotion
you staring back, tears from a well I thought had run dry
flood the back seat, all the memories I cry

Thanks For Reading,
Peace & Love.
Kyle.