Rooftop Bus Stop By Jasen Sousa

Rooftop Bus Stop


High upon a rooftop of a building I sit
waiting for the bus to arrive.
On a journey to the afterlife,
from my illness I did not survive.

I am the only soul who waits at the stop,
a lonely feeling.
I look to my left and see a big bus
rolling through the sky, sailing.

The heavenly road on which it travels.
It floats, it stops, then opens the doors.
The bus driver tips his cap, and says,
"Don’t you love how my bus soars?"

I stand there and do not speak.
"Are you coming aboard?"
"This bus is going to Heaven
and you my friend, have a meeting with the Lord!"

I step inside
and the bus explodes into space!
I take a seat next to a woman,
pull my jacket together and tie my shoelace.
The woman reaches out to shake my hand, and says,
"I guess we are going to the same place."

She smiles and points out the window at the planets,
I look at the stars.
I glance at the woman’s skin,
healing in front of my eyes, her scars.

The bus zooms towards a planet,
an awesome looking
shade of glowing green.

The bus driver stops and opens the doors,
"This is as far as we go."
The person sitting next to me nudges me
and brings me out of my daze.
They say, "These days, traffic is so slow!."

Man, I guess so...




Taken From
A Mosaic of My Mind By Jasen Sousa (Written at age 24)
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