Bus Ride. Poem by Kevin East

I sit at home and drink my Sundays away.
Talk of hate but cry anyway.
I am the Adam that blames Eve.
In my army, no stripes.
Just hearts on our sleeve.
I talk of trivia laced with frantic one liners
Avoid sad songs and romantic diners.
Yet lay awake searching stars in black sky
Come tomorrow
I'll ride the bus
With tear in my eye.
I clear her name from my phone.
Just to make a start
But fail
When I am all alone
To erase her from my heart.
I keep her words
On a tissue, where her love she wrote.
Can't face the burning issue
That to stay afloat.
Yet pain will catch me
All the same.
I walk on so boldly, react so coldly
When others see that I am lame.
I make no fuss
To forget us.
And wave it all goodbye.
Yet tomorrow, I will ride that bus
With tear still in my eye.
And so my friends, as sweetness ends
Old Cupid shoots me down.
The arrow true.
Sad moon so blue
And then I hit the ground.
To die please soon
My soul does croon
Screaming to be free.
I tear and strain to break the chain
But she still lives inside of me.
I die, yet live.
No more to give.
I cuss and fear goodbyes.
Riding the bus
Dreams in a sieve.
Tears still in my eyes.