Change Poem by Jack Bell

Condensation forms on the window pane,
My hair becomes damp, as I lean, getting tired,
The sound is faint, but I can hear the rain,
Splattering on the road, soaking the tyres.

The bus rolls on, the engine hums,
In my hand is a book, yet to turn a page,
I see a baby asleep in his mother’s arms,
An elderly couple hold hands, wrinkled with age.

I am too distracted to read, my mind on other things,
I look back on my mistake, or was it right?
I have left my true love behind, it stings,
At the end of my tunnel, is there a light?

My heart is torn, but not all the way,
Whether there is still hope, I do not know,
When she calls me, I don’t know what to say,
She asks do you want me back but all I can say is no.

Too much has happened, how can I go back?
I caught her in bed, with another guy,
I’ve made my choice, my suitcase has been packed,
The photos sizzle, memories burn, it’s time for goodbye.