Ladies On Buses

Yesterday he slept beside me
Today I sleep alone

I stare at my phone
But never hear his ringtone

Now I laugh
Where I used to moan

It hurts on the inside
People don’t see through the pride

My outward smile
A tombstone

Marking the day
Part of me died

David James Horn ©

4 thoughts on “Ladies On Buses

  1. Lisa R. Palmer says:

    I’m fine. My losses are not recent, so they dwell as a dull ache, but this poem brought them to life again briefly. Very powerful writing David; such few words carrying such weight…

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  2. David James Horn says:

    It was a lady on the bus talking to a stranger, she spoke such sad words so matter of factly. I wanted to give her a hug but the opportunity didn’t arise, this had already appeared on my mind though. I’m sorry to hear about your loss, I hope you’re ok

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  3. Lisa R. Palmer says:

    This is very sad… My heart aches with you. No words of comfort to offer, just commiseration; been there myself…

    I don’t even know if this is a real or recent loss, but the grief is so tangible in the writing, I had to respond…

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