I was sitting on a brick wall waiting for the bus to arrive and take me too school.
It was cold and my hands were pale and my veins were bright blue and pink.
I couldn't help but imagine you holding them
I thought about the night before
How soundly you slept.
So quite
{as if you'd died}
I sat for a moment.
And quickly hung up.
I rolled over and reached for my chest as my heart pumped repeatedly and my tummy raced with excitement.
This is it isn't it?
Love I mean.
It was to be.
I've never had this before
How much will it hurt when it's over.
Will I miss it or hate it.
I don't want to know
