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I watched her
Climb aboard the bus
Stumble to a spare seat
And crumble
As the vehicle
Took off down the road
I watched her
Fumbling with her phone
Face a web of emotions
She fought hard
But the tears fell
Unbidden from her eyes
I watched her
All control lost
Doing all she could
To hide her pain
As misery consumed her
And she sobbed without mercy
I watched her
For reasons unknown
Bearing her soul so raw
What could drive her
To such public heart ache
As the bus drove slowly on
I watched her
Reach her final stop
Make shaky ways outside
Girl vanished to daylight
And I'd never know what truths
Made her cry on the bus
Climb aboard the bus
Stumble to a spare seat
And crumble
As the vehicle
Took off down the road
I watched her
Fumbling with her phone
Face a web of emotions
She fought hard
But the tears fell
Unbidden from her eyes
I watched her
All control lost
Doing all she could
To hide her pain
As misery consumed her
And she sobbed without mercy
I watched her
For reasons unknown
Bearing her soul so raw
What could drive her
To such public heart ache
As the bus drove slowly on
I watched her
Reach her final stop
Make shaky ways outside
Girl vanished to daylight
And I'd never know what truths
Made her cry on the bus
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For the #Live-Love-Write writing prompt of "For reasons unknown".
Not that I don't know the reason. Because I was the girl.
I went through a traumatic day at the end of July, and I swear no matter how hard I tried that day on the bus I couldn't stop crying. For half an hour. And that's so unlike me.
So there's the inspiration. I know, if I'd been watching myself that day, I'd be asking those questions. What could drive someone to such distress that they'd literally break their heart crying on a bus for half an hour? And, if anyone did think it that day, they never found out.
Not that I don't know the reason. Because I was the girl.
I went through a traumatic day at the end of July, and I swear no matter how hard I tried that day on the bus I couldn't stop crying. For half an hour. And that's so unlike me.
So there's the inspiration. I know, if I'd been watching myself that day, I'd be asking those questions. What could drive someone to such distress that they'd literally break their heart crying on a bus for half an hour? And, if anyone did think it that day, they never found out.
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There was a girl crying on my bus when I was coming home from school, and this poem brings memories of the questions I was asking, watching her sob like that. No other poem has stimulated such thought. You're amazing-- I commend you, sir!
