Motionless, balances thoughts
at the neglected bus stop.
As the rain drizzles down,
the sort that strips you bare,
leaves your soul
alone, standing there.
No awning or roof,
Tears mixing
with the droplets of truth
formed in
the saddened air.
That's where
she lay, hope.
Dead, decayed.
like a piece of fruit
from the tree of life,
that had caught a
gust of wind, wanted to glide high,
but plummeted to earth instead.
And as I wait,
stone cold,
a statue
that once breathed.
I stare up at the sky.
Teardrops
pool in my eyes.
Swimming with the rain.
I'm brimming with pain.
I've become nothing more
than a wastewater drain.
I blink away
the reservoir.
Feeling the
dam course down
my cheeks,
it tickles a smile free
just for a second,
and however brief,
a sense of relief.
I let the tears
drain away from me.
The bus rolls into view.
A faded stain of you,
marks itself upon the street.
As I watch the world
uits like the seas
of my mind have parted.
I think to myself,
this journey
has barely even started.
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