Upon the Bench

Upon the bench, I sat;
A bus stop downtown.
To the left came my bus.
The right? No one around.

The locomotive screeched
And onto it I stepped.
Handed him my card
Which he had almost kept.

As the door began to close
A "Wait!" was cried out.
The princess then boarded;
Beauty, no doubt.

She scanned the bus seats
With her dazzling green eyes,
And sat next to me
To my pleasure and surprise.

My tongue turned to stone.
Embarrassing, I know it.
I could only point
When we passed the house of the poet.

"Yeah," she said,
In a soothing tone.
"I love Whitman; don't you?
He's pretty well known."

"Of course!" I exclaimed
And we talked for an hour.
I found her name was Jane
And she was a politician of great power.

"My stop is next"
I told her, extremely cumber.
"Here" she gave me her business card
And on it was her number.

...

The next weekend I was free
So before then I called it.
Looking out the window
Of my apartment: DeWitt.

On the third ring, she answered
And we made a date.
It was decided that she come to me,
Saturday at eight.

"Just past the blue domed church,"
I reminded.
"See you then." She told me
And our fate was decided.

The first one went well
As did the second and third.
She surely grew on me
As I grew on her.

On the fourth we changed it up:
We had went to the zoo.
'Cross the Bronx-Whitestone bridge
I told her "I love you."

It continued like this
For a fair amount of moons.
Together we emerged
From our antisocial cocoons.

We then took a Stay-cation
We re-viewed our home
Traveled to the old actor's mansion
And found ourselves alone.

I looked into her eyes
My beautiful, lovely Jane.
I knew she would be the one
To forever ease my pain.

Over phone, we chose the city
As I was on my way to the jeweler's.
"Let's take the bus!" she said
I thought nothing could be cooler.

...

Upon the bench, I sat;
The package in my pocket.
My heart beat fast
And I could not stop it.

I heard a locomotive screech
And to the left, I turned.
This would not be good;
I could tell, and I learned.

I walked toward the busy street
And saw a white car speed out.
On the ground I saw her lay
And I began to pout.

Waiting after a millennia
I ran as if in a race.
I carried Jane to the sidewalk,
With tears burning down my face.