Take me Home

I’m waiting for the bus
To drive me home
So that I can cry alone

Leaving behind
A beautiful face

One I trace now …
On the …

back of this leather seat 
knowing that there’s nothing that can bring you back 

just….

Waiting….

for the bus…

To drive me home
So that I won’t be alone

With words that we’re though

Ticket collector stares 
at my watery eyes 
Counting out the pennies 
And feeling rather lost…..
Without your hand ,your smile, your ways, your touch 
Nothing in life felt too much 

That’ll be £3.75 please

© David R Mellor 2014