It’s Too Late

I hear the bus,
I’m sure of it.

My heart smiles
cuz it’s almost
the perfect time,
and I look up
at my clock.

Oh, wait.
I see.
It’s only 4:03.

It’s too early for the bus,
it’s not time for the bus,
and for a blessed
suspended second,
I excitedly think
“Only an hour left, though.”

But then reality hits home
and I remember.
It’s not too early.

It’s too late.

It’s summer,
School is over.
You’ve gone back home
and you won’t be getting off
that bus again.

My heart stops smiling,
cuz now it’s 4:04
and it’s not a
perfect time
without you here anymore.

~ cj 2013.06.27

To Emilie, my wonderful exchange student. I miss you and already can’t wait til I see you again. It will be the perfect time.

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One Response to It’s Too Late

  1. Steve says:

    Awwww. That’s nice CJ. I’m sure it’ll make Emilie smile.

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