the boy on the bus
in the spring
she watches him
on the bus
mr. popular
laughing with his friends
a baseball cap on
but a little
pain in his eyes
in the summer
she watches him
on the bus
mr. nice guy
quieter than before
long-sleeved shirt on
and a little
desperation in his eyes
in the fall
she watches him
on the bus
mr. fake smile
staring at his hands
wearing a frown
and a little
death in his eyes
in the winter
she watches the spot
where he used to sit
on the bus
the only one
who’s crying
a letter in her hands
that reads
‘to the girl on the bus...’
from the boy who was dead.
