These good times will leave us
and I'll search again
for the perfect home
whose only means of getting there
is the greyhound bus
The passengers whisper to you
or to their loved ones
And in front of you
the back of their heads
are translucent
They look so lovely
the opened doors
and the untouched ones
The portals that lead to pain
and memory and feeling
We've all been there
and we are the lonely ones
casting glances
and being careful
And we've all been listening
It's a common necessity
but a tragic one.
Loved it
I love the way u write.
love the logics expressed in this poem with a good idea.. I went through few of your poems and loved them too..you are good poetess and hope you never stop writing and add more poems.. this poem is good and love it..hope you like my poems too.. and let me know if they also touch your heart.. I am basically a peace wisher poet with 6 books published... I am a peace dreamer, love-based peace promoter... hope you be with me... let me share here one of my own famous say with you... ( a friendly smile is the best weapon of war to fight with..afzal shauq