Memory

a car driving down a nearly empty road in the wee hours of the morning
stops at a bus stop, or just before...
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nothing heard but the sound of cars in the expressway in the distance racing... rather softly
the trudging sound of an oncoming bus. inscribed with the numbers, 74...
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the car door opens, slowly...
a guitar and bag are also slowly retrieved from the car
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the door is slammed softly, the car races off
time is carefully taken to adjust the bag and guitar straps
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the bus stops, he stops, looks
wonders whether she would be on that bus, getting off
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being able to at least catch a small moment of time to talk and walk with her
something ultimately precious at that moment of time
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an awkward smile and hello...
and silence while walking in...
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he wonders if she know what is on his mind at that moment
that his heartbeat is unnaturally fast
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and he wished she could talk too
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That was the past at least....
just but a memory
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times have changed a lot... that’s all I know
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it all seemed so surreal to think about it
just like a fairy tale story
haha
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except the fairy tale never had much of a happily ever after...