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On the Bus

I saw you there,

On the bus.

You seemed like a child – shy, bashful.

Maybe you were trying to give that impression.

We were going to the same venue.

We ended up going together.

My mum with us.

You bought us Highland Spring Water.

I was silently touched.

Thoughtful, I thought.

We watched the play,

But I was slightly distracted that evening.

On the bus home you said goodbye as I got off.

You were going slightly further than me.

That was nice,

I thought.

I didn’t forget.

 

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