Departing love to love

Traveling by bus on 285
through the eaves of autumn air
mood cresting as an accomplished dare
settled itself between my eyes

Only a mood, a passing light
the mocking hiss of engine gear
reminding me of all I thought was dear
and here reflected in the night

The hackneyed gasping failed trot
a young steed once, a winged gull
now two neon bulbs demystifying sight
window: reveal my lack or lot?

Departing love to love, riding a bus
the raspy voice of a girl to my right

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