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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


January 30, 2026 | 15.47

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