Sonnet LIII (To a Tee)
There are two lovers in London on the bus today
There’s a driver change and she’s angry
They tapped each other’s interest and embraced
Their awkward journey toward something
That she welcomed his lead and his charm
The something was nothing as they drove
Through breadcrumbs and just a little hope
Then he’s too quiet as the driver passes his stop
To shout loud enough, “I need to get off, love!”
Too late now to hold her hand to the next one
“Think I’ve decided I want to try and make” what?
The other city? Another bus? Her love’s not fixed!
Though he had decided in silence as she shouts away
There’s no stop for the strangers on the bus that day