by Alice Xavier

Created on: January 09, 2011

Waiting in the open air
For the last ride home
All the people stare
Listening to the drone

There it chugs at last
Coming into view
Onto my bags i grasp
I'm coming home to you

Doors open wide
There's very little room 
All aboard he cries
Through the dusty plume

All begin to push
A surge towards the door
Such a sudden rush
I'm knocked down to the floor

Doors closed without me
Shaking fist to sky above
Tonight you'll be without me
But tomorrow i promise, my love 

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