we took the bus downtown and you balanced your frame against mine
I wrapped my thumb through your belt loop and we keep each other from falling
as buildings pass us by
memories come flooding back,
washing over me
time erroded experiences I feel you could relate to.
moving through time and space in my mind
w you by my side somehow felt so familiar
almost nostalgic,
yet like stepping onto a train for the first time
headed everywhere n nowhere all the same.
what was that word,
the longing to travel
wanderlust? Sehnsucht?
like a nostalgia to see the world, experience exotic cultures,
ambiguity for someone or something
the kicker is
the city bus always gives me terribly anxiety, regardless of the company
not being able to tell where I am or where I need to be going
but with your fingers laced through mine
I would've been perfectly content without even knowing.
