Leaving the Bus Station


My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver #61 – Departure


Moments bruise and bleed

Down the window

In a race

To erase

Her face

Impressed on the dusty glass

Like the Turin Shroud

The bus engine

Sputters into life, a loud

Arrhythmic heartbeat

And then

She is gone


By a forest of faces

People en route to disparate places

With their sport bags, rucksacks and cases

Trampling on the remains

Of their goodbye


© Kim M. Russell, 2016

Leaving the Bus Station

Image: Google Images.

10 thoughts on “Leaving the Bus Station

    1. When I was living in Norfolk and my husband was working in London, living in digs, he sometimes got the National Express bus from Norwich bus station. I tried to see it from his point of view in the poem.

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