It's only words

Sometime in the middle of the night last night , 3 AM to be exact , I awoke to the darkness and the echoes of  "what might have been"  bouncing off the walls of my room.

I used to be afraid of the dark till you showed me the shooting stars in the night sky outside my window , once upon a time .

I remembered how I used to awaken in the middle of the night,  and watch those stars which inspired me to write words.

Words that I could give to you in the morning when the stars had gone back to sleep for the day.

Sometime in the middle of the night last night , 3 AM to be exact ,  I arose from my bed and looked at the stars outside my window, and they inspired me to write words for you .

This morning I read what I had written, then lit a match and set fire to those words .

I watched as my words curled up and died ~

5/10/2017

(Simple words about simple words that no longer exist)

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The boy on the bus - #1 in the All the Boys series

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Today, out of the blue,

I thought of you, 

the boy on the bus, 

the Trailways bus.

I was sitting in the back seat 

alone

I remember you boarded the bus

in some podunk town in Illinois 

or maybe it was Indiana

 I don't really recall

 I saw you walking toward the back

so I huddled under my blanket

and looked straight ahead

hoping you didn't sit nearby

I didn't expect you to, 

didn't want you to

There were plenty of empty seats

and I wanted to be

alone

But no, you,

you looked me in the eye 

and sat down next to me,  

I  turned and stared out the window

and you asked me my name

I looked at you and

 told you I didn't have one

You smiled and asked me again

so I told you my name

You said I had the prettiest blue eyes

and I didn't know what to say

So we rode on in silence

till the sun went down

and the bus was cold

Huddling together under my blanket

 we each told a story, then

you took my hand and held it in yours

Where are you headed ?

somewhere, anywhere,

to Houston I said

Then you kissed me

soft and warm,

we kissed away the miles

I gave you a hand job 

under that blanket

You came in my hand

then pulled me close and

we fell asleep till 

Pine Bluff Arkansas

which was your stop

You grabbed your bag,

kissed me goodbye

I watched as you walked into the darkness

and realized I had not asked your name

You left me with nothing

but the stickiness of your cum in my hand

And this memory of you

which came to me today

Forty something years later

as I sat in my car on a hot sticky day

alone

~Lia     5/4/2015

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Simple words sparked from a memory of a boy on a bus a long long time ago...