On the Bus

I never thought that you would be there,
That you would come far from somewhere .
I know that me and you just met,
That we never needed to see what was right in front of us,
Sometimes I wish that you never left
On the bus.

Everytime that I drove somewhere,
I always thought of you,
Dancing on the air over there.
Then you always faded through my window,
The sky's always there,
Fresh and crisp each year.
The wind is always whistling,
Twisting and humming,
Grass, always fresh and green,
Always swaying and lush with rays of the beaming sun.

Now I miss those days,
Our fancy ways,
Espically in the middle of May.
I always loved the way that you would smile,
How the sun touched your skin,
It made me happy,
Seeing you again.
Your blonde hair,
Your blue eyes gazing into mine.
It just makes me smile.
If only you were actually here,
Not over there,
In the ground