Yellow School Bus – Old House
Outside I see a yellow school bus
Next to an old house
Dilapidated like our friendship,
Lost in a Journal.
Now the world can read.
Its history.
We’ve moved on,
But I am still not sure why.
People ask every week,
If it’s still you and me.
Outside in the cold warming each others lips
With an embrace.
Author Note: thinking about lost love. i am not lamenting though. i am over her.
About the author
I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
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