jln.

I fell in love with
a stranger.

It was love
at first seat.
He got in
and sat
beside me
inside an orange bus.

The bus turned left.
The bus turned right.
And every single
time, every turn,
our shoulders
kissed --
our arms
made love.

More turns
here and there.
We saw the world
as it laid before
us, us two
together.

that young Green Gables girl
would've been proud

One sound was all it took.
He stood up, still and shaky
for a few.

And the seat turned cold.
And my arms froze.
And my heart died.

You have to get off
the orange bus
sooner or later.

You have to fall
out of love
sooner than later.

The goodbye,
I guess,
is implied.

©jln