this time comes again every day
without fail. you walk me to my bus stop, we say our goodbyes, we
part ways. i can't help but drag my feet as we make our way
to sit down. I don't want to go. i want to continue where we
left off. talking about whatever. under warm covers with a movie
playing in the background. but now we're out here, sitting on
a cold bench. my hands are in the pocket of your coat. your head
rests on my shoulder. it's cold and the world is still. You
go off on a ramble about the weather, while my mind just goes
back to an hour ago. An hour ago you were joking about us
spending the night together. We didn't have to do anything,
we could just keep talking. You and i just can't ever shut
up. it's amazing. of course if it led onto anything else then
that'd be just as amazing. but now we're out here. the
bus is approaching. you're still talking about how this
year's spring doesn't feel like spring. your head still
rests on my shoulder, my hands remain in your coat. the
conversation changes its course but time won't stop for us. i
squint as the bus gets closer. the blinding headlights are near
but we stay just as we are. i feel a smile spread on my face. we
talked about this earlier. 'What would happen if we
missed the last bus?' soon enough the headlights fade
and you lift your head and my eyes meet yours. this look on your
face. it's my new favourite thing. mischievous. fun. you
start saying dreamy things. we'll walk down a flowery path.
wherever we go flowers will bloom. suddenly spring feels like
spring. of course i'm smitten by you. i eat it all up. if
it's you i will follow wherever you lead. with you, even a
cold spring afternoon can feel like a cool summer
night.