there was that one time

there was that one time,

when we waited alone at the bus stop back before

it became a large station where seventy people

could wait for the 31 at 6 and

there was only one bench under the low roof

and the sides were made of glass where the

troubled teens would smoke and leave their

cigarette ends all over the place and etch

their identity into the panes

and it was night.

before the rain started there was wind.

i offered you my jacket but you smiled

and bet me that it wasn’t going to

even though you could feel the drops so

i didnt put it on