I wanted to play the hero and save you from it all; the traffic, the rain, the awful jobs. Within the house, I was the smaller things, the TV on the blink,
I watch the blossom nodding gently in someone’s front garden as we pull to another stop. The bus sags like a breath out after a long time underwater - doors hiss open, more people get on,
I walked to the last corner and said, 'No further.' My words hung in the icy air for no one. This was in a dream. Out loud, I said, 'We're in trouble', huddled myself against you,