Treasure Island

Jeff Fleischer

(10/10/69 / Louisville, Kentucky)

Did You See Her On The Bus Or On The Train?


Did you see her on the bus or on the train?
It's been years, but I still feel the pain.
She was the only one who meant anything to me.
I used to think of her constantly.
I remember how she helped me through night after night.
Our love used to be oh so right.
I wonder if she looks the same as when I knew her.
I used to write love poems to her.
Did she mention what it was like when we were together?
It still breaks my heart that it didn't last forever.

Submitted: Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Edited: Wednesday, January 02, 2008
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