But I thought about her on the bus ride home
as I marveled at the raindrops that had caught on my eyelashes
tapped with an impatience though I'd nothing to be home for
just a growing irritation wishing I was braver.

And I thought of all the times I said that I would mend
find out what it was I'd lost that could make me good again
and I wandered in my hopes, got lost in my regrets
as I leant against the window and drew patterns in my breath.

But I mostly thought about her on the bus ride home
as I marveled at the raindrops that had caught on my eyelashes
tapped with an impatience though I'd nothing to be home for
just a growing irritation wishing I was braver.