Bus Ride To School Poem by Brie Carter

I love someone
But he is too old for me
He loves me back
I fear we will never be
We sit on the bus
And hold each other tight
Neither one of us let go
Dreaming of the future.
Next year he goes to college.
Next year I stay in high school
We don't think about age
We don't think about time
We think about love and future.
I liked him; now I love him
He liked me; now he is in love with me
He talks about me to his friends.
He is proud of me
I am happy
I feel loved
For once in my life,
I feel I have a purpose.
When he holds my hand
I am lost in the beauty of reality.
He turns his head and lifts mine up.
Looks into my eyes like never before
He moves in forward
And in front of everyone
His lips touch mine ever so softly.
We hold it there
But someone messes up the moment with a wolf whistle.
We laugh at each other.
He grabs my hand.
I play with his fingers.
We arrive to the school.
The bus ride is over and when I try to get up
He pulls me down and kisses me again.
I embrace the moment hoping it will never end
But it has to
Until the next day at least.
Where it starts over again.