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Ride (short story)

your breath fogs up the glass
as you stare out the bus window,
and i,
i look at you, as you fumble around with your fingers,
sometimes brush back your hair
and at other times look back at me
and ask what i find so fascinating
i look at you because,
"because i am so happy right now,"
i tell you,
but what i don't mention is that
i am cherishing the moment
so that times like these when
suddenly you're no longer by my side,
when i have to spend my day without you,
i can remember exactly how many steps you take before you
sit down,
or the way you softly crinkle your nose as
cold air comes in,
so that i can remember
just how the etch of your jeans feel
when i place my hand on your knee softly
and tell you
just how much you mean to me
because now that you're nowhere in sight,
i can mentally be back on that bus again and again
and imagine you next to me"

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