arm length of memories

i remember the days under
the bus bridge waiting
for our lives to begin
that a bus would come

it would get us &
we could finally go
our separate ways
(we did, didn't we?)

but i yearn for those days
i regret that we didn't
appreciate it for what it was
that we were waiting,

constantly waiting for
our lives to begin

in my box of pictures,
i see our two faces
they are squished
into the frame of
the length of my arm,
(but we stretched further)

a/n: the other day i found myself under the same bus bridge thinking about when i was 14...those days just feel so far away. he has moved on, i've moved on. i just wish i could have appreciated it for what it was.