this time comes again every day without
fail. you walk me to my bus stop, we say our goodbyes, we part
ways. i can't help but drag my feet as we make our way to sit
down. I don't want to go. i want to continue where we left off.
talking about whatever. under warm covers with a movie playing in
the background. but now we're out here, sitting on a cold
bench. my hands are in the pocket of your coat. your head rests on
my shoulder. it's cold and the world is still. You go off on a
ramble about the weather, while my mind just goes back to an hour
ago. An hour ago you were joking about us spending the night
together. We didn't have to do anything, we could just keep
talking. You and i just can't ever shut up. it's amazing.
of course if it led onto anything else then that'd be just as
amazing. but now we're out here. the bus is approaching.
you're still talking about how this year's spring
doesn't feel like spring. your head still rests on my shoulder,
my hands remain in your coat. the conversation changes its course
but time won't stop for us. i squint as the bus gets closer.
the blinding headlights are near but we stay just as we are. i feel
a smile spread on my face. we talked about this earlier.
'What would happen if we missed the last bus?'
soon enough the headlights fade and you lift your head and my eyes
meet yours. this look on your face. it's my new favourite
thing. mischievous. fun. you start saying dreamy things. we'll
walk down a flowery path. wherever we go flowers will bloom.
suddenly spring feels like spring. of course i'm smitten by
you. i eat it all up. if it's you i will follow wherever you
lead. with you, even a cold spring afternoon can feel like a cool