If You Let It

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If You Let It

By Ryan Johnston

Today, a new friend

We waited together, 

We waited for a bus that never came

I never caught his name

We smoked cigarettes

Dallas, Texas

He had never been back

I was never coming back

He lived in a car, last winter

It was cold, but not that cold

He had seen colder

Things had to get better, he stated

I sensed more question, than statement

I said that I didn't know

He pointed to a restaurant

The food used to be better, I said

A lot of things used to better, he said

I never caught his name

The bus was late today

An accident

The bus was hit by another car

An old man looked at me as I walked on

He said nothing, he didn't have to

There are hard lives on the bus

Hard lines

An hour late, an angry man

He cursed, in another language

An accident , people hurt

One of those days, a man said

The bus driver replied

Every day, is one of those days

Weaving, and winding 

Through these narrow roads

We pick up, we drop off

The people are nameless

Their faces are timeless

Weaving and winding roads

They weave through me

There is sadness here, that I cannot place

Maybe it's me, 

I don't think it's only me

We picked her up last

She was attractive, she was pretty

She looked for a seat

She smiled at me

I looked away

I sat across both seats

Just in case

She was probably nice

But I didn't know her, 

So I guess I didn't know

A movie again,

Just like a movie

Someone used to say that me

I miss someone

A beautiful sunset

The sun behind purple clouds

Exploding with blue light and dark grey

It could shatter these windows, 

If you let it

I notice the contrast, before the beauty

I miss someone

We stop where I'm going

Where am I going?

I get my things, 

She smiles at me again

I look away, I walk away

They watch me, like I watched them

There are hard lives on a bus,

Hard lines