As I walk to the bus station, heading for town, I see this alone girl, being all on her own. She is beautiful, wearing a raincoat of class, though, her eyes are all wet, as if something must pass. I address her, by saying, hear, beauty, I see you are not in a mood. Let me change of heart free. And she smiles, through her tears, and she looks to me, proud, and says, girlish to you, is it crying out loud? I look down, and I say, perhaps I can be one by which past is forgiven and failure is done? A bit curious, surely, she looks at me, by I say, I cannot give you the reason of why. Then she smiles, and she says, are you lonely or paired? Are you hypnotized, or are your words to me aired? You should think for yourself, I say, meeting her eyes. I say, give me a reason for why pupil lies. She looks down, and she says, I am weeping, today. I discovered my love was a fool, to obey. And I say, let it vanish, as rain on your coat. Let it be so, and let it not be you about. Go with me to the station. The bus we will take. And together we will find, as friends, for that sake. You will not tell me where, she says, this travel goes? I can say so much, I say, that such Heaven knows.
