Every bus I see
Each time I enter
It's still there
You left your mark
And now
I can't bear to look up
To stand tall
and proud
Because now
I hang my head low
And your hands are there
my thighs are trembling
I close my eyes
You're not there
I can't even remember your face
But your hands
They're like rope
I can't free myself
It's as if you're close
You're my ghost
Your hands haunt me
Even if it's not your pair
I still cower
because it burned me whole
You should have let go
Yet you still held me
but it was foreign
It was not like my mother's hold
Sadly,
I can't even bears her's anymore
You left your traces
I can't even enter the bus no more
because of the suffocation
of your hands
that chokes me
once I set foot in
those doors
My fear of bus transportation, if that made any sense.
