The Pen Chants

Features by Lyle Michael

The Bus Stop

‘Wait, today is Wednesday’, he said
His day revolves around it all
All, from the waking sun
To the last bell rung.

‘Where else would I be?’, she said
Less of a plan for her
More an element of time
That which begins has to end.

‘There is naught between us’, he said
That silence cannot deliver
Still there is a song in your voice
That stirs the soul within.

‘Between the spoken but not meant’, she said
Much meant and not spoken
Which would be the worse of two evils?
For I, it is the unsaid.

‘Thus I say I love this, he said
The ritual, the simplicity, the effect
While the din rages around us
There is a hush in our world.

‘And love this, do I’, she said
To share my life as such
Find solace, strength and counsel
In you, a healing drug.

‘Let not time cure this addiction’, he said
Defy each day and claim it as this
For it is Eden being here with you
As friends, not lovers no more.

‘As friends beyond measure’, she said
For as long as it lasts, we know.
And we stop here each Wednesday
At the place that made us we.

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