Last Bus to Arnold by Richard VinceLast night I stayed awake long enough
To vaguely hear the last bus to Arnold
Roar past over the sound of songs
Of disappointment that I know will
Become more and more appropriate to
The way I feel about you.
A week ago I was not aware of
Your existence, yet the thought of you
Somehow makes me glow inwardly,
Like being flash photographed
From the inside.
Somehow, though, I doubt I cross your mind
At all, except when I pester you
In some way with my banal ramblings.
So this is how a dash of realism flavours
Another serving of irrational crush.
I've half a mind to tell you that
I think you're magical, and that,
Even in a photograph, your eyes are
Almost impossible to look away from...
But that would give away just how
Ridiculous I am before you get to see
Anything vaguely worthwhile about me.
Part of me reminds me that I've written
This sort of thing before about
Feelings that have faded for
People I hardly think of now...
But from where I sit now, you seem
Special somehow, and I hope
That you won't be just one more
I've loved and hurt. 12/11/2003 Posted on 12/11/2003 Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Richard Trotter on 12/22/03 at 12:58 AM an evocative read.. I like the imagery of the line "Like being flash photographed
From the inside". |
Posted by Cathlyn Cartier on 03/08/04 at 04:00 PM Loved reading this... this poem contains the feelings that cross the generation gaps. Well written! |
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