I'm Here Now But You're All Going To Regret It

I Closed My Eyes

And let myself listen
To the music that you chose

In the loud messy yellow of the bus
We were in sloppy rhythmic motion
Swaying back and forth to the beat

You explained,
"Sometimes I wish he was my
"Father, you know?"
And then someone said something
and we all laughed

Except I just swayed to the beat
Of the song that you had chosen
It was sickly sweet and
Full of you
I understood that this was your song

And then, you turned to me
And I saw the wideness of your eyes
As you mouthed along
To each word
And I understood
Each song that you had chosen

And, in unison,
As if we had rehearsed before
We sat, still swaying back and forth,
On the yellow bus
And I turned my head to look out the window
At the highway I hadn't been on before

I opened my eyes
And hummed along