The 64 Bus

Even in the fastness
Of the castle  keep
Where now I stand,
Look at the future
And brave the ice 
Of the north wind,
I see my breath
Drift through cold air
As a child 
In cap and shorts,
My blazer clasped
Elbow to elbow
Where the bus stops
To wait alone,
Looking back
Longing for you
Waiting by the corner 
Trembling for your smile.

Just a dream 
Of immeasurable loss.
Repeated repeated
Time and time again
Because it would never happen.

JL APRIL 18. 10:15