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  • Gabrielle Archambault

A stranger on the bus

Updated: Mar 19, 2019

The bus stops abruptly and I stumble. I am not stable on my feet and you are not stable in love. My shoulder touches your chest. You are as tall as my expectations of you. I stay close so I don't fall. I feel your breath on my hair. You are not moving an inch. Is it because you can't or because you don't want to ? A right turn, we are facing each other now. I look out the window where the sky kisses the sea and I can feel you gaze linger on my skin. It burns with wonder. Another stop, we are so close now that we share the same air. You mean to say something and you get off the bus...


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