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Bus Ride Home

April 15, 2021
By AilesanFranco SILVER, Santaquin, Utah
AilesanFranco SILVER, Santaquin, Utah
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Favorite Quote:
“The way sadness works is one of the strange riddles of the world. If you are stricken with a great sadness, you may feel as if you have been set aflame, not only because of the enormous pain but also because your sadness may spread over your life, like smoke from an enormous fire.¨<br /> – Lemony Snicket


It´s been a long day.
Can´t wait to see you.
I want you to never let me go.
And let me cry into your shoulders.
I want us to watch a movie and laugh.
So I can forget about my day.
I want the both of us to stare into each other's eyes and let that do the talking.
On the bus ride home, I sit alone.
Staring at the scenery.
Staring at the people and the cars passing by.
All different lives.
I see a flower that reminds me of you.
I really want to see you.
The bus driver asks me where to drop me off.
I respond with the directions.
The directions being home.
And home is you.


The author's comments:

This piece is about someone being your home. 


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