The girl on the bus

She was just sitting there
minding her own business
having her own life

not knowing what just happened
pushing it away
not sure what to do
but going our own way

separate lives
touching in indifference
walking different paths
crossing friendship

big explosion
nothing but destruction
mayhem and scars
taking time to heal

shoulders to cry on
ears to steal
bonds to forge
friends in need

touching gently
opening up
closing down
and taking time

open heart
open love
open arms

strange sensations
wonderers moments
magical time travel
16 again

glancing eyes
wondering thoughts
pointing in one direction
we've come a long way since the bus

the road was long
and I have been on it much longer
I think it's time
to come home
to the girl
on the bus