Found on The City.
Mike Vasas, 2004.

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Bus Stop Change

As I left your doorstep, I tripped and I fell on the street. The snow on my face stung me hard, and it filled me with heat. I can't believe you harbored all of your pain, and waited till today to let it all drain. No prior warning; no way to know. You just built up a dam then you let it all flow, And then said I don't want your excuses I just want you to go.

A collection of pictures with all of our fantasies,
Burned in the fire of anguish and memory.
Congratulations you got me, you caught me off guard.
I just never expected that it would all hit me so hard.

Don't hope for reunion, it'll just end up quick aggravation; To pencil in time when I'd rather erase your sensation. I cannot be sure that I'll see you again, but know that when I do, I won't call you a friend. You took me upon a roller coaster ride, And if I wouldn't have left, I know I would have surely died from you face, and your care, and the promise from all of your lies.

A collection of pictures with all of our fantasies,
Burned in the fire of anguish and memory.
Congratulations, you got me, you caught me off guard.
I just never expected that this would all hit me so hard.

As I sat and pondered the change that I held in my hand, the bus came and left seven times, just like it said on the plan. I could not get on; I could not depart. To begin to flex a muscle; to even think to start moving on, moving passed the inflection that ripped us apart.

A collection of pictures with all of our fantasies,
Burned in the fire of anguish and memory.
Congratulations, you got me, you caught me off guard.
I just never expected that this would all hit me so hard.

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