everyday we sit here on this bus and I pretend to ignore you, but everyday you make it impossible.

because everyday, we share shy smiles, like we know something the world doesn't–– an inside joke between my heart and yours. 

and everyday, in my faraway mind, between the sleep and lack of, you and I have already lived enough lifetimes to get me through this one. 

but for now, this is my stop. 

I’ll see you tomorrow.