The bus
An innocent setting
I'd ridden them many times
I talk and laugh with friends
Or look out the window for the view
It was until that day
A year or two later I'd realise
That all was not as it seemed
You'd think I would have known
That the silence didn't fit
I didn't save him
I didn't understand the signs he showed
Why he wanted a distraction
Why he couldn't talk
I thought she was playing
And I didn't connect the dots
She hurt him in front of me
And I didn't see it until it was too late.
Shri Ram :)
1 Comments