I knew
From the moment the idea hit me
I would regret it.
I could've never said a thing
But I did.
And there it was
The opportunity staring me in the face
I wanted it so much
And now that I had it,
I was second guessing.
I gave in
It was what I wanted
Nothing gets handed to you on a silver platter.
So when the opportunity knocks
I'm going to answer.
And then there was warmth
And happiness
But also
The slowly approaching fear
Of never having it again.
This happiness
Was torn straight from my hands and arms
When it hit 5.
I was home,
When it felt like I'd just left.
I was home,
But my home was with that warmth
And that happiness.
My home was on that bus
Sitting with me
For a lifetime
And
For only three hours.
I feel empty now
I want it to be Sunday again
Someone please
Let it be Sunday.
