A Memory At A Bus Stop Poem by Quenten McClellan

Summer tides rest on the shores
The only thought that rests my mind
Is the memory of you that I find slipping through the doors
But I know you were so kind.

The words that possessed your heart
Always fell from my lips
Spilling from my dreams
Like crude art

The stop of the giant wheels
Is where I fell in love.
It was on a steep hill,
where you would eventually steal
My failing heart that I kept gloved
From the cold, but it was you that made it warm again

Maybe that is why
It hurt
When I heard things I wished were lied
And buried in dirt.