First Sight Love From Boston – New York

I used to think it was about me.
Sometimes I would pause and wonder till my heart bleeds,
Other times, I sat so long my skin began to peel.
Was it something I said wrong?
Or something I never even said at all.
Because we were happy when it all began,
Now we seem to be the best of strangers.
Notes on the fridge! – We don’t talk anymore.

I met her on a greyhound bus from Boston to New York.
It was love at first sight.
The conversation was right,
Her smile was bright.
In a moment we never thought about the ending.
Oh! The beginning was beautiful.
Cheap motel for the night – Intimacy shared.
But we both forgot even ice-cream melts off a cone.

My taxi is out and my bags are packed.
Your heart used to be my home,
Now it’s a bowl with no cereal in side.
The milk that juiced our relationship is gone.
No leaks under the bowl – just gone.
And I wonder should I stay to all these madness.
What once felt like it was built-to-do,
Now melts my heart like a wicked voodoo.

Please don’t ask me to stay.
A man crushed by a train can’t purchase a ride ticket.
For we have walked on a path of love,
Now we are just passers-by like the busy ever Wall Street.
For my bag are packed and I would be in New York by morning.
It was love we both wish could have lasted.
But we loved too soon on that bus ride from Boston to New York.
14days of love was all we had – all we needed.

©August 2011. Phillip E.O. All Rights Reserved.
Extracted from my 2006 “Angry Moses” (Rights shared)

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