Thursday, September 16, 2010

Bus Stop People

I know I've heard them say,
"When it rains, it's gunna pour,"
and as the leaves begin to fall
I am standing in the cold

My eyes will beg the question
that my tongue's afraid to ask,
for the hundredth time or more
when I see your face again

Then a tremble on the lips
of a stranger staring on
reminds me, in my silence,
that I'm not the only one

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