Kate was travelling in a new direction.

Leaving her old life behind with the ghosts of her past.

She hated who she was, she wanted to be different

To breathe in new air, breathe in new life

To not be a child, to be a woman at last.

 

Other people got on the bus, a man was crying,

I know how you feel my unknown friend.

She smiled to herself and closed her eyes

And wrapped her coat tightly around her petite body.

She dreamed of the flight she was taking to Paris.

A slight cough and she opened her eyes and saw him.

A backpack slung across his broad shoulders

She melted, so she told herself, as she heard him speak

The slight accent made her quiver inside

She heard herself ask, “Would you like to sit next to me?”

They talked to each other until the bus stopped in Pittsburgh

He got up, kissed her gently and said goodbye.

She glowed, her heart soared higher than ever

Before.

She had been kissed, after all this time

She had been kissed for the first time.

Ian D. Hall 

Taken from the book Greyhound Tales. With many special thanks to Kate Donaldson wherever she may be for the most spirtual journey in my travels across America.