Just Us. Poem by Terry Collett

As she got off
the school bus

she’d look back
to see if you

were following
her large blue eyes

searching each
aspect of you

having the wisdom
to take every moment

like some precious gem
and not let go of them

and as you descended
from the steps

of the bus
she was there

waiting
and an aura

of anticipation
about her

and that moment
stuck in your mind

the photo in your brain
without music

without words
just her standing there

by the school bus
the winter sky

drawing in
no one else

in the world
nothing mattering

just you and her
what she called us.