papiyon

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At 8:40 by the bus stop I stand with my back pack

With me, someone calls my name like they forgot

Something I look around and there's a man

Standing with a walker across the street the road

Like a bridge, if he crosses to me he'll probably

seen what was in my eyes

That I don't know him,

But I have seen him many times

In the back of me someone responds to his call

With the same name, mines, saying "yeah, i didn't forget."

At 9:16 I reach to work sixteen minutes late since I

Have to walk once I have gotten off the bus

I wish the bus would start dropping passengers at

their destination instead of close by

Close by meaning at the door,

Which is the destination.

The road seems long and it's two weeks since my

Memory have surface back wish it didn't stop at the

Door and kept going like the bus ride.

Wish the bus didn't had to stop to drop me off my

close by destination.

-ashes poetry