Gone
Gone
by Emily Trimble
It was there that they were standing at the bus stop.
Both sitting on the peeling red bench.
The girl having tear-stained cheeks.
Scraping her shoes along the sidewalk.
The boy stroking them away with his thumb
As she leans into him
You can hear the rumbling of the dull, blue bus
as it comes up the street
Getting closer and closer
They stand together and he pulls her in for a tight hug
She squeezes him hard
Sobbing quietly into his shoulder with her eyes squeezed shut
Gripping onto his black hoodie
The bus stops and opens its door they pull away and whisper
He enters the bus and through the window you could see him find a seat
She stands there as the bus starts up and pulls away.
She stands there even after the bus is long gone.