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Buses and Broken Stars
You come like buses, too sudden, too loud,
Filling the blank I was trying to keep;
All of your words get lost in a crowd,
Fading faster than I can even think.
But the trains I wait for don’t slow when they pass,
Just like broken stars I can’t seem to hold;
Close enough moments turn into glass,
Clear for a second, then blur, then cold.
So I stand where arrivals and endings collide,
Counting the chances I let slip away;
Some stay too long, some just pass me by,
Almost mine, but never stay.
