Night bus, a pack of Oreos in my hand
New adventure's ahead, my spirit's high.
Headphones on, 9 hours for me to spend,
With dying lights painted on the purple sky.

Sleep is nowhere to be found, I quit trying,
Terrified to close my eyes, but still do.
Out of the blue, I find myself smiling.
That bus station, rainy, foggy night and you.

Lost in translation, between funny and weird,
Explaining, laughing, their surprised expression.
Trying to get those seats to be near.
"Laying side by side, out of the question,

It is a public bus you see, not a hotel.."
But those are the last nights we share,
So, by the end, we don't really care.
Just find the ones we want, no need to tell.

Holding each other, we hide under the covers,
A few moments and you are fast asleep.
Far from those stares, from the fleeting hours,
I close my eyes and smile as I breathe you in.
06/02
© yuliaevsyukova