THE BUS STOP

THE BUS STOP

From Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul on Love & Friendship

The Bus Stop

Waiting at the bus stop

I shivered from the cold.

When you walked up

it seemed as if

you were outlined all in gold.

You asked me if my shivering

was out of cold or fear,

I said the cold, I’m not afraid

for you to stand so near.

Then you removed your jacket

and handed it to me,

I shyly refused your jacket,

embarrassed so, you see.

You put the jacket on my shoulders

and back a step you took.

“I’m Anna,” I said extending my hand.

“Tobias,” you said. We shook.

Day after day we stood,

waiting for the bus,

Not a single word spoken

by either one of us.

Until one day I turned to you

and bravely started to say,

“I have a crush on you, Tobias,

and also, by the way—”

As I started to tell you what it was

that was burning on my mind,

You told me that you liked me, too,

but the words were hard to find.

I smiled a smile that seemed to stretch

to both of my two ears.

The smiling and the happiness

erasing all my fears.

And now, my friend, you’re dying

and there’s nothing I can do,

But sit with you and hold your hand

and be forever true.

Last night while you were sleeping,

your soul just slipped away,

The many words that filled my heart

were impossible to say.

As I was cleaning out the drawer

that stood beside your empty bed,

I found a letter addressed to me

and heard your voice speak as I read.

My darling I am sorry that
I will have to leave so soon,
You know how much I love you
and I know you love me, too.
I hope you won’t forget me
but please do try to move on,
I hope that you won’t cry too much
when I am dead and gone.

Two silent tears slid down my face

and moistened both my cheeks,

I won’t get over the loss of you

not for days, and not for weeks.

I continued reading the letter

that I held in both my hands,

My fingers numb as if they had

been wrapped in rubber bands.

Now I’m standing at the bus stop

where two years ago we met,

And as I stand here in the cold

I feel my cheeks start to get wet.

I don’t think I will get over you,

never, not in any way,

Our anniversary would have been

two years ago today.

And on this lonely bus ride,

I sit alone without you near.

I hear a voice that may just be

the voice I’ve longed to hear.

The voice is from an angel

and his words are sweet and strong.

He tells me, “Life’s a treasure.

Learn to love again. Move on.”

And through the words he whispers

I finally start to see,

That although I’ll always love you—

It’s time to set you free.

Anna Maier

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