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I didn’t want to get off the bus
and end that feeling
of being held by you

I wanted to stay on the bus all night
pass sleeping houses
and leaves on bus shelters

ride through bright lights
and fierce rain

and watch warmth
returning to the sky


you make me feel
like I’m some kind of special

rock me with your calm,
your barely perceptible lion’s growl

and riding home on the bus
I’m fifteen all over again,
but older too,
dreaming and missing my stop

still remembering being held by you
still feeling it through my coat
still grinning