Just Us.
As she got off
the school bus
she’d look back
to see if you
were following
her large blue eyes
searching each
aspect of you
having the wisdom
to take every moment
like some precious gem
and not let go of them
and as you descended
from the steps
of the bus
she was there
waiting
and an aura
of anticipation
about her
and that moment
stuck in your mind
the photo in your brain
without music
without words
just her standing there
by the school bus
the winter sky
drawing in
no one else
in the world
nothing mattering
just you and her
what she called us.
poem by Terry Collett
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