on the bus

i am sitting on the bus
thinking about how much i love you.
sitting on the bus,
i am thinking about how much you say you love me.
on the bus i am sitting, thinking
about the way i can't seem to make you smile anymore
and how you've started to pull away from my kisses.
thinking about the time i picked up your phone
and the person calling hung up.
thinking about how you think i'm out of town.

i am getting off the bus, thinking about
what i will find when i walk three blocks north,
two west, enter your building,
take the elevator eight floors,
and open your door.